So very, very weak

Oh, good lord. I don't know how exactly it happened, but I ended up joining the Poupee cult. And I'll be damned if it isn't addictive. *pinches chubby cheeks* Cuz mine's cute, dammit, even if she's got nothing super special. Cute. She's got freckles, too.



Note to self: Angel Whispers smells an awful lot like soap after an extended period of time, to the point that it's making me a little ill. That'd be the scented oil candle refill thing. Cute. Pretty. Smells nice for a little while. Gag worthy after that. Good to know.

I don't get why Extras got so many scathing reviews. I've read the first three, and while I think I'd shoot myself if we actually lived in Aya's sort of city [although, to be fair, sometimes it seems like we're awfully close, which I imagine is the point being made] it wasn't a bad book. Yes, it lost a little in terms of Earth Shattering Consequences, but, y'know, they can't blow things up all the time. I'm sure I've done this before, but if you're just tuning in, you should be reading Scott Westerfeld's stuff. Except Evolution's Darling. That I really can understand why it's a bit of a pain to find. But his other stuff? Yes. Go read. Now.

Kay. I need to go... do something, anything else.