Here is what I wonder, sometimes, having grown up around writers. I wonder if the idea is there, but not fully formed, but the writer is getting too much pressure from fans and/or agents and editors. If the idea of writing the book is stronger than the idea of the book. If the idea is there, but not ready, but forced to come out anyway and get all over the paper in a still-good-but-vaguely-unsatisfying ending.

A lot of this book read more like a movie, or a video game, than the other two — and that’s saying something, because the other two were not exactly slow pacing. And I had to keep reminding myself that at this point Katniss was only about 17, and how did I feel about boys when I was 17, because at times I really did just want to slap her and tell her to choose already and shut up about it.

But what I really liked was that at the end, she’s still sort of damaged. That’s very true. Many people who have been to war, or through horrific events, are still messed up — it’s not all flowers and unicorns like many books and movies would have us believe. So overall, I really liked the ending of the series.



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Feed myself.

Get cat litter.

Check the mail.

Take out the trash next Tuesday night.

… who wants to take any bets that by Saturday, I’ve remembered to feed the dogs, but both I and the cats are very hungry…?

Yarn: HaldeCraft HandDyed in “Berry Jam”

Pattern:  Fissility by Lorena Haldeman

So.

I guess that means I need to find something else to talk about, eh?

… crickets …

By the way, that photo on the side is of the inside of a bowl I fired a few months ago. I’m getting ready to take it to Wild Iris so it can hold a bunch of guest soap sets.

Gray overcast mornings are great at fooling your body out of realizing what time it is. It does not feel like almost 9 AM. It feels more like … like it’s still 6:30, and I just got up. I love it though — we so desperately need the rain.

Clearly my post this morning is brought to you by the letter R, for Randomosity. Also the letters C and U, for Completely Unmotivated!

As you can see, Tiny Kitten is a huuuuuuuuuuuuge help dyeing yarn. She thinks that I won’t notice here, there… getting closer… reaching out a paw… if she could only nom just a little of that yarn? Get just a taste? It’s not like she’d eat it, you know. Just chew through it. Surely that can’t be too horrible. Sigh. Oh, Tiny Kitten…

Did I mention Tim is going away for a week? He had training in Chicago next week, for work, and he was going to go up a few days early and spend the weekend with his family. Then not enough people signed up for the training, so it got cancelled and he was rescheduled to go somewhere in Texas, some time in June. But his company had already paid for the ticket, which was non-refundable and expensive to transfer to the new dates (I gather it would be cheaper just to buy a whole new ticket). However, unlike working at the Enginerding Company, Tim actually has a good number of vacation days — so he’s bought the ticket from his company and is taking a week-long vacation and going up to see his family!

I’m happy he gets to go, and no, I’m not upset that he’s going without me. For one thing, now is not a good time for us to buy two plane tickets… plus paying to kennel the dogs for a week… not to mention that I don’t really want to leave Bridgett again until she leaves us. Lastly, when all the  yarn mug stuff started happening in December, I sort of neglected to factor in time off for myself until I realized the custom orders were already at June — so I can’t really take time off from my weekly ceramic schedule until then. Fortunately in about three more kiln firings, I will be ahead of schedule. WHEW.

Tim made another great bread for Game of Thrones last night; a Scottish buttermilk bread that came out more like a giant biscuit. He made two of them, and we brought a variety of honeys to Aunt Gay and Uncle Joe’s house (where we discovered that the honey also went well with the cheese and crackers, and oddly, also very well on strawberries). The Key Lime honey will always be my favorite, I think.

Great. Now I want a peanut butter and honey sandwich for breakfast.

This morning I am already firing the kiln, and have the crock pots warming to dye June’s sock club yarn. I’d like to do … well, honestly, not much else today. But we’ll see where the day takes me!

It’s time for a few small repairs, she said; Sunny came home with a vengeance.

Mommy and me, maybe 1973 or so.