The hunky hubby and I borrowed the first season of “Bones” from our neighbors and have been enjoying it immensely. The acting is just a bit stilted and over dramatic but the scientific stuff is fascinating and we are loving it. However, with the combination of one really creepy show, one really sad show, and the exciting but spooky urban fantasy mystery that I am currently reading, I think I am going to have to put a hold on excitement for awhile and embrace all of the proper and predictable Christian romances that have been languishing in my reading queue up until now.
Yes yes, I admit it. I had some nightmares. More than normal I mean. I actually had to call the hunky hubby into our bedroom to determine if there was a serial killer lounging beneath our bed or not. Sweet boy #1 had wandered in sometime after I went to bed and I had a moment of angst about whether the odds were good that the whole thing was just a dream and I could leave sweet boy #1 in bed while I rushed to the hall to call the hunky hubby away from the computer to come and assist us or whether there was a substantial serial killer threat and I should sling him into my arms and rush into the hallway, boy in hand, to have the hunky hubby come and look under the bed. What to do, what to do?
So what did I learn from my reading this week? Never stack spooky activities. If you are reading urban fantasy murder mysteries, by all that is holy don’t go and watch forensic pathology shows. And visa versa. Or you’ll be stuck reading about that 18th century nanny spy that falls in love with her traitor boss during the french revolution, like me. Instead of the mystery where your protagonist insists on using the Latin plural for Elvises which of course is “Elvi”. How cool is that?