what happens to my brain when Knitty needs to come out

My blog posts get short and pointy.

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I saw commercials for Stardust, and at first glance, mistook it for The Golden Compass. Figured out within a minute that it wasn't, but maybe I wanted to know what it was anyway. I subsequently found Stardust as an audiobook on Audible.com, listened to the sample and bought the audiobook, narrated by the author. I listened to it every night before I went to sleep while at SOAR.

As a result, I am now so deeply in love with not only the sound of Neil Gaiman's voice, but a] the words he chose to put on paper b] the way he tells his complex, beautiful, occasionally quite scary stories gently in my ear and c] the sound of his voice (yes, I repeat myself), that I used up my remaining Audible credits to buy everything he's narrated himself.

I'm more than halfway through Neverwhere and am quite sure that, should I ever meet the man in person, I would actually faint, dramatically, Victorian-style.

Don't tell my husband.