Shit Lit, and other stuff I like to read

My literary tastes have been more, shall we say, 'high brow' lately.  I'm pouring over Tolkien's The Fellowship of the Ring like it's the last book I'll ever read.  Which would be horribly unfortunate, because it really isn't my favorite.  I should say I'm mainly re-reading for research.  Fanfic writers need to get our canon straight, if we care about that sort of thing.  Most of the time I do.  Unless I decide to be blatantly disrespectful, which brings to mind an important point:

Gimli does not have a Scottish accent.

I hope that knowledge doesn't drive the Gimli fangirls to suicide, because we know how said girls love the accent.  (It does suit him, though.  Don't you think?)

I also have The Hobbit around here somewhere, so that will be next.

You're probably wondering what's 'low brow', if Tolkien is as snooty as I get (which is actually pretty snooty).  Well, I'd say Michael Crichton, Lisa Kleypas, Stephen King, maybe some odd Gothic novels thrown in.  And chick lit.  I LOVE finding decent chick lit.  It's honestly like an adventure.  I almost get the urge to pull on a pair of riding boots and a cape.  Digging through tall stacks of pink covers with snarky titles and even snarkier heroines - pure bliss, right?

To go with my current classy tastes:

Chopin's Raindrop Prelude Op. 28, No. 15 

Back to Basics (Not in the Christina Aguilera way)

As I've said before, this blog originally started out fashion-oriented, but I quickly realized that my love of clothing didn't translate well into text.  Not because I wasn't a proficient writer, but because I rarely wore anything worth writing about.  So, I've returned to my first love, which conveniently doesn't require me to be dressed at all.

When you're laid off, you suddenly find yourself with all of the time in the world and nothing worth filling it up with.  I was one of the fortunate people to turn economic hardship into a favorable opportunity of returning to writing.  I didn't have any place to be, so staying up 'til the early hours wasn't an issue.  I could sit in relative darkness, behind the glowing light of my laptop, and remember what it felt like to construct a beautiful sentence.  I'd lost a portion of my vocabulary from lack of use, but I'm thankful to the blank Word document for bringing it back me.