A Better Gift than Truth

On the 29th I got to meet the woman who truly caused my love of books, writing, and death. Anne Rice. (Please forgive the crappy cell pics. My camera bit the dust)

She released her newest book, The Wolf Gift, earlier in Febuary and then toured to promote it. This book was a trip back to the supernatural for her, being about werewolves, it also was a trip back to her older writing style. Questioning good and evil and what we, as humans, are and who created us and why. I loved it. I preordered it and devoured it the moment it downloaded to my Nook. It was after I had already finished it that I found out she was doing a signing in Tempe. Of course, you had to buy a copy of the book from that store to get tickets to the signing. So I bought it again!

I went with three of my best friends and we spent the evening in the bookstore acting the fool and making new friends. I got my copy of Violin signed. It's a hardbound first edition AND it's the first Anne Rice book I ever read when I was twelve. Before I'd ever heard of the Vampire Chronicles. I also got the copy of The Wolf Gift signed since I had paid for it. I figured I'd sell it online or something. When I went to work one of my bosses/friends was super bummed he hadn't been able to go. CLick! I brought him the book and gave it to him as a present! He was so happy and kept trying to pay me! I refused and that was that says I! Until he threw a piece of paper at me later that night. -_- he gave me a 75$ gift card to Barnes and Noble. What a nerd! <3

I make art on my fingertips sometimes.

Nine years. So we carved it in our skins