Books!

This is the first time in god knows how long that my books were overdue. Fortunately, it was only by a couple days. I didn't really register that July 16 was Saturday. Oops.
I also didn't realize that the library is closed Sundays, so I didn't get to take out any more books. Which led me to walk all the way to Barnes and Nobles to buy myself a couple more fantasy novels. Speaking of fantasy novels, I hate to say it, but I feel awfully ashamed of myself because they seem to be the only things I really read. Occasionally I read something else. Just recently, I read "A Picture of Dorian Gray." But in a way, that's almost like a fantasy novel, except the speech and mannerisms are horrifically old fashioned. And I felt annoyed by Dorian because he sounded like a petulant little brat the whole time. I couldn't even imagine him as a good looking guy, which is what he's supposed to be. Extraordinarily handsome in fact. But like I said, all he seemed to do the whole novel was whine and pine and guilt people into doing things. Still, the overall story was quite interesting. If I felt more like engaging my mind, I could do a whole English paper on it. Or, I could just pick up my usual mindless sci-fi/fantasy novels.
On the way to the Barnes & Nobles, I happened to notice my semi-co-worker walking sort of next to me. We talked a couple times and he seems nice. We've established the non-attracted part of our "relationship" already as he has his fiancee and I have my bunny - ahem, boyfriend. Today, I learned half his name. The rest of it got lost with the sounds of traffic. So his name is either Mark, Martin or Marvin. I keep leaning towards Martin, but I am not positive. I'll have to surreptitiously ask Michelle, whose name I had forgotten until I heard the little old lady of the office call for her by name. So, yes, I'm bad with names. Well, not really. I'm just a bit hard of hearing and too polite to ask people to repeat themselves. Must work on that.
Anyway, on the way to the bookstore, Mark/Martin/Marvin suggested that I read "Devil in the White City" or something along those lines. For some reason, my brain interpreted it as "Demon in the City Lights." I really, really need to work on my listening. Anyhoo, I looked the book up online, and it's about the Chicago Worlds Fair in the 1800s. Apparently some psycho pretended to be a doctor and ended up murdering a whole bunch of people. It's a true occurrence, though I don't doubt the author probably dressed the whole shabang up a bit to give it a bit more of a..well..bang. It sounded interesting enough, so I looked at the library catalog, and what do you know, Danbury has eight copies. Woohoo!
But until then, I'll be reading my "Royal Assassin."