Zoe’s Journal

A couple of days ago, the LotR and I moved around a bunch of heavy furniture. Our ‘guest room’ was transformed into my office, and the corner of the living room that had housed my desk is now a cozy little sitting area. We found an amazing, hand-carved (custom-made in 1965) German table on craigslist which we went to pick up this afternoon. We also stopped at IKEA where I found a few frames to frame some of my old sheet music.

I picked up this print in Prescott last weekend.

… and I want to say, ‘Happy Thanksgiving’!

Look no further. For I have found a most excellent author. Patrick Rothfuss. His prose is like music. Just thinking about his story makes me want to cry. The book I’ve read of his is ‘The Name of the Wind’, and it is simply awe-inspiring. I would give up a minor bodypart to be able to write as well, and as poignantly, as he.

I finished the afore-mentioned book about a month ago… and have been digesting it slowly. I’ve been meaning to write a book review ever since I finished, and tonight, I finally did. No review can do this book justice. Unless maybe he reviewed it himself.

Tonight I also finally got around to scouting for new fiction for the Whimsy Rag, and found at least three very promising writers on WritersCafe.org.

At last! I can now read ‘Inkheart’ without the need to write a book review for ‘The Name of the Wind’ hanging over my head. It is to become a movie soon! January 23rd, to be exact. I’m only four chapters in, but I love it already for the author’s obvious love of books. You have to read Inkheart if you like books

In other news, it’s Thanksgiving this week. I had to explain to the LotR what exactly Thanksgiving is about, since he’s from Sweden and didn’t know any better. It’s basically just a day to gorge yourself, right? But no, I told him all about the Pilgrims and Sasquatch or whatever-his-name-was, and Squanto. Squanto? Was that an Indian name? It’ll do.

Now it’s time for me to go to bed and dream about elegant phrases and music.

Wow. I used to be really freaking shy. (taken just about 4 years ago)

Sarah wasn’t. Look at those evil eyes.

This one is just funny.

Family will recognize this one.