I Just Can't Walk Away

Apparently my copy of Comic Book Tattoo came on Friday, but no one let me know about it until I checked on the delivery status online yesterday morning before bed. It said "Delivered!" and I said, "Bull!" Only it was. I found the Amazon box at the table, sitting in a chair, very much at home, waiting for a cup of tea or something. Sadly our cabinets are overrun with spiders at the moment, so tea is out of the question, but I picked up the box, said hello, and damn near broke my arm in the process. I thought it was the phone book sitting on top of the box. No. It's CBT. It weighs more than my cat.

Curiosity being what it is, I opened it and started reading. I'm not sure some of these will ever grow on me, and frankly, in my sleep deprived state you'd think I'd get some of them more, not less, but Marianne [I think...] escapes me completely. Toast is my current favorite.

So, if you've leafed through it, what do you think?

I'm off to wage war on the spiders. If I survive, I'll let you know how that went.

Oh, T.S, have you any vampire fiction recommendations?

ETA: Thus far I have sucked the spiders out of all but the two really infested cabinets [I know, figures, right?] and we've scrubbed and sprayed all of... one. WOE.