Rather less worthwhile on the face of it than the previous Odd Thomas novellas that preceded thw last two books, bur maybe finishing “Saint Odd” will prove me wrong. The first novel went well enough through the story of the fortune. This just embellishes it a bit.I am always glad to see Stormy, though, and she was just as I remembered her: plucky and ready. It’s something of a miracle Odd got through 7 more books without her. Good thing he keeps finding mentors. I hope we get all the mysteries solved, and I don’t wind up in another “Lost” situation. I’m still not over that, Abrams.
What’s going on? Well, holidays, that’s what.
I’m also learning more about the javscript libraries that I’ve been avoiding as hard as I can. Reinventing the wheel is fine, but some angles I’ve come to need more immediate smoothing. More importantly, it will smooth making a chromeOS application, which is a newish concept for me. So far, Ember and PouchDB are looking like my new code-related BFFs.
Speaking of BFFs, mine just got a part in Jesus Christ Superstar out in her hometown area. So excited for her. If you’re in Concord, NC when they go, see her sing.
My life has been less exciting, but a little stressful. We’re finally settling in to trying to have a baby, and as adoption is our probable and long favored method, there’s paperwork and soul plumbing involved. The questions you have to answer! Half-Vulcans (joke!) like me just don’t have those depths. Want child. Love child. Well… that sounda more like the Hulk, really, but whatever.
Even though I’m an adoptee, myself, I’m also a nerd. Therefore, I started googling and reading all sorts of sources about it. I never felt specifically different. I never didn’t know I was adopted. I’ve never felt bad about it.
Even infant adoptees seem to be negative about it. There is SO MUCH NEGATIVITY out there. Sometimes I feel like the very devil herself for wanting a child, for thinking about an international adoption, for not wanting to make a child feel an outsider inntwo families. I can only speak for me, and I know that, but if it’s possible, my child will be happy and part of her ‘real’ family for ever, and want for nothing.
So, North Carolina… don’t forget to cheer them on.