First up tonight is WWW Wednesday, a blog hop that asks three W questions about what you’re currently reading. It’s hosted by Sam over at A World of Words.
- What are you currently reading?
I started reading the Diary of Adrian Mole, Aged 13 ¾ because I needed something light between Her Dark Curiosity and A Cold Legacy. I am finding Adrian a little annoying to be honest, but my partner assures me he becomes endearing in his annoying-ness, so I’m willing to keep going. It’s less than 300 pages so I feel like I should just sit down and go through it.
I guess I am also technically reading A Cold Legacy¸ since I did start it immediately and then realise I needed a break from that world after the murder and mayhem at the end of the second book.
- What did you recently finish?
I finished Her Dark Curiosity (the second in the Madman’s Daughter trilogy) on Monday night. It was just as good as the first, but it is even darker, so as I said, I needed a bit of a break before ploughing further on. I have a feeling the third is darker still.
- What do you think you’ll read next?
I’ll finish A Cold Legacy and then I’m not sure what to follow it up with. It’s put me in a very specific mood in regard to books and I don’t really have anything similar on my TBR.
And now on to WIPpet Wednesday, another blog hop where writers come together and share snippets from their writing that somehow relate to the date. This one is hosted by K. L. Schwengel and the linky is here. Please do join in if you feel so inclined! Today is the 15th, so I’ve added one and five together and have six paragraphs. Last week, Tristan said that the medium, Madame Dorenia, was not the slightest bit genuine, but hilarious nonetheless. Here’s a glimpse as to why.
From invisible speakers, a thunder clap sounded as the door burst open. It was all Grace could do to not laugh at the figure who struck a pose in the doorway. The woman was probably in her sixties and must have been wearing at last five petticoats to give her skirt as much volume as it had. The skirt itself was a patchwork of shiny fabrics in various colours. The accompanying blouse was a garish hot pink. Grace had once seen a production of the Blythe Spirit when she lived in England, and the so-called medium in front of her reminded her of the Madame Arcati in the play.
Madame Dorenia swayed into the room. One man further down the table snorted at the spectacle and she shot him a glare. He looked down at the table, embarrassed.
Tristan pulled out the chair at the end of the table and Madame Dorenia lowered herself into it with a gracious nod towards him. She placed her hands flat on the table and let her eyes wander slowly from guest to guest, pausing slowly enough to make each of them fidget.
“Do you all believe?” she asked, her voice low and husky. Silence. “I said, do you all believe?”
“Of course we do,” said a woman near Madame Dorenia quickly.
“This is a serious matter,” Madame Dorenia continued. “The spirits will know if one or more amongst us is a non-believer, and they will not waste their time with us. Now, all join hands.” She paused as the guests did as instructed. “Now, close your eyes and empty your minds. Imagine a portal between our world and the next. Imagine it opening up, allowing our friends on the other side safe passage through.”
With any luck, I will actually get around to your blog posts this week, something I have failed at rather dismally in the past couple of weeks. For now, though, I’m going to go and read some more before bed. Laters!