Here I am, once again safely ensconced well ITP, and it really wasn't such a bad trip to Alafrellingbama, all in all, except I seem to have lost my stupid glasses. We have retrieved Hubero from kitty gaol, and he is only a little bitter. Later, tomorrow, there will be an actual entry with photos and everything. Right now, though, I'm gonna go lie down and have whatever sort of Kid Night we can scrape together.
tired, but glad to be home
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Just a quick note to say how much I enjoyed "A Season of Broken Dolls." I love this modern-day Lovecraftian approach of not telling the reader what the most-feared thing is, then slapping with something else that's awesomely terrifying, but now presented in almost domestic terms. The narrator and Sabit are both interesting characters, and relationships like this always draw me in. The story also has that environmental deep-setting stuff, global warming and terrorism that lurk unobtrusively in the post-modern, near-apocalyptic background. The title metaphor works nicely, too.
Glad you survived. Maybe the glasses were the sacrifice.