A long time ago, we used to be friends

So I'd been hearing a lot about this show called Veronica Mars. They say it's great. It's funny. It's dark. They say it's Buffy meets Twin Peaks. It's Nancy Drew Noir. Joss Whedon says it's his favorite show on television. Okay, 'nuff said. Aaron and I just finished the first season and yes, it is all of these things. In fact, this show ROCKS. However, the ubiquitous THEY neglected to mention that, in addition to all the great-dark-funny-Buffy/Twin Peaksy goodness, it is also completely addictive. The 2nd season comes out on DVD on the 22nd of this month and still I'm counting down the hours. Resistance is futile. I've given up the pretense of being focused on other things and (for the next 14 days) remain intent on finding out who is behind that door. And on that subject I have only one thing to say: It better be Logan.

To sum up: Rent it, buy it, put it in your Netflix queue. Do what you have to do. Just watch this show.

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Interview with Diana Peterfreund + Rampant Giveaway!

Ever since I fell in love with Diana Peterfreund 's Secret Society Girl series last year, I've been hoping I'd get the chance to interview her here. Tomorrow marks the release of her new novel, Rampant , and let me tell you that you have not read a book like this before. You can read my review here , but all you really need to know is that it's a story about killer unicorns and the young women who hunt them. You want to read it now, don't you? Oh, yeah, and it's YA and the first in a series! To celebrate the release, Diana graciously answered a few of my most burning questions. As she is always a delight, I know you'll enjoy them as much as I did. First things first: When did the idea for Rampant first hit you and what (if anything) did you know right off the bat? In early 2005, just after selling Secret Society Girl , I had this dream of being chased by a very dangerous unicorn. I woke up and went to go look it up to see if I could figure out the meanin...

Blogiversary + Giveaway!

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Terms of Endearment

Have you ever been reading a book, moving along quite nicely, and then-- bam --a character whips out a particular term of endearment that just yanks you right out of the story? It happened to me recently, and I'm sad to say I couldn't recover. I did try. But she just kept using that term and I . . . I had to get the hell out of Dodge. Buh-bye, story. Don't let the door hit you on the way out. I'm not saying this is the norm (thank goodness). I can put up with a certain amount of treacly back and forth when it comes to the exchange of terms of endearment, especially if they fit the characters, their background, culture, the tenor of their relationship, etc. And the history of these terms at home and from around the world is often fascinating (at times hilarious). But there comes a point where I can't see past the cheese and/or weird anymore and I do not want to be with these people any longer . Shallow? Perhaps. But it's a very individual thing, isn't it?...

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