First off, let's talk about the book I bought for myself that finally arrived this week, though it was ordered before Christmas. These are the joys of buying a used book from across the pond; it just takes a long time to get a book sent from the UK to the US when you don't pony up for expedited shipping.
Either way, the book finally arrived in all its glory this week, completing a set I've been determined to own since 2005. I had to wait several years until even used copies of it were within my fiscal reach, especially considering the astronomical exchange rate between the US dollar and the Pound Sterling. Yes, readers, I am finally the proud owner of--well, "a picture is worth" etc.
For any Americans who may be reading this and didn't realize until just now how much better the covers of the British originals are than the American versions, I am truly sorry to have forcibly altered your worldview in such an abrupt fashion. Don't get me wrong; I LOVE the artwork done by Mary GrandPre in our American exemplars, and would consider any edition perfect that was the UK original with the Bloomsbury cover and GrandPre's illustrations inside, but since that's not available, I insist on owning copies of the originals. "NOT ONE WORD HAS BEEN CHANGED," and all that sort of thing. Sorry, got a little worked up. Moving on.
I was incredibly pleased to receive this week a copy of The Victoria Vanishes, courtesy of a delightful giveaway hosted by Peggy from Peggy Ann's Post. I honestly knew nothing about this book when I signed up for the giveaway, except that I'd been seeing it all over the place and the cover looked almost unbearably intriguing. Naturally, it turns out that it's #6 in a series I don't own the rest of--yet! Oh, drat, a whole new series I'll have to buy. Unfortunate me. Oh, the suffering. HURRAY! Excuse me. Sorry. Got a little worked up again.
Anyway, that was my exciting week, along with obsessively tuning in to every new episode of Downton Abbey and discovering Sherlock and holy sh*t! Where has that show been all my life?! Okay, I've really got to get a handle on this bout of worked-up-outburst I'm suffering from, but it's true--I can't BELIEVE I haven't been watching Sherlock since the very beginning! If you haven't seen it yet, put down your book for an hour (and yes, I realize I'm speaking sacrilege by saying that), flip open Netflix streaming and watch the pilot. You won't be sorry (unless your viewing tastes are TOTALLY different from mine, in which case, I'm sorry in advance). I'll stop rambling now. Happy reading!