City of Ashes
I biked to Borders today. I spent four and a half hours there, rereading a book I own: City of Ashes, by Cassandra Clare.
My mother came up from San Diego to visit me this weekend for Mother’s Day. I’d asked her to bring it with when she came, but she forgot. But it’s all right. She remembered to bring my favorite stuffed animal.
Yes, I have many traits common to four-year-olds. I dance when I’m offered ice cream, I adore bubbles, have an imaginary friend, and am still in love with my stuffed animals.
Okay, I don’t actually have an imaginary friend (anymore). But sometimes I wish I did.
ANYway. :) I have to—well, I wanted to reread CoA because I have had the next book (third in the triloogy), City of Glass, sitting on my desk since I got back from spring break and I’m getting a little desperate to read it.
A lot desperate, since I only have ninety-nine pages left of CoA. Tooomorroooow…
I’m actually really, really excited to finish it. Excited enough that I might go knock on a few of my neighbors’ doors to see if anyone here has it.
Okay, no, I won’t. But I definitely considered it.
