Do you read Jo Beverley? I *love* Jo Beverley.

Monday shopping is my last desperate attempt to stave off the inevitable end of Con. Actually, heading that way now. *holds back tears*

What can we say? “Thank you” just isn’t enough . . . but thank you!

Dammit, this is giving me FEELINGS. I am not okay with that.

YOU TAKE THAT BACK ABOUT MUPPET BABIES.

Jehosophat. Sasha’s expression is profoundly creepy.

Now am trying to remember if I follow you or not. #CriticalMysteries

I read the first paragraph and had to take a moment to brace myself for the article.

Yeah? Yeah? Well, get a facting clue, you factin’ factor.

Right? And usually my cilantro is like, “HAHAHA! ALL YOUR PATCH OF DIRT IS MINE.”

This year the basil in my garden went on a monstrous rampage and took out the normally-territorial cilantro.

Oh, sweet jesus. I’m never sleeping again.

And thus today reaffirms my long-held supposition that there are NOT any lengths to which I am prepared to go for science.

Pretty sure that’s been tried, too.

Why do you hurt us like this, Esther? Is NOTHING sacred?

Maybe this will help!

Don’t hate—he’s actually won me over. (God, that was hard to type.)

Oh, glory be . . . I come back from vacation to find you reviewing Dark Matter. Excellent.

Which is as it should be. :)

It felt a little light to me, too, especially the the parts where Wedge was thinking, but not so much that I couldn’t settle into it over the course of a book, I think.