Books are the key to a person, yes?

[elisi]

Currently reading:

Goodbye to Berlin by Christopher Isherwood
Prayer: Letters to Malcolm by C.S. Lewis
Whedonistas by various fangirls

Under my bedside table:

The Man Born to be King (Plays on the life of Jesus) by Dorothy L. Sayers
The Writer's Tale by Russel T. Davies and Benjamin Cook
The Fry Chronicles by Stephen Fry
Cats in the Belfry by Doreen Tovey (This is the best cat book EVER!)
How the Girl Guides Won the War by Janet Hampton
I Am What I Am by John Barrowman
Chicks Dig Timelords by various fangirls
Kim by Rudyard Kipling

That's... a surprisingly accurate insight into my interests.


ETA: If anyone wants to copy this and turn it into a meme, you're more than welcome! :)

Comments

[the-redjay.livejournal.com]

Of the books within arm's reach of where I sit... There's over 120. My bookshelf, my desk, my dresser, and my bed all have books lined up on them, and in some cases, doubled up on top of one another.

[the-redjay.livejournal.com]

Currently reading:
Red Seas Under Red Skies - Scott Lynch
Streams of Silver - RA Salvatore
Asia Pacific Reef Guide - Helmet Debelius

[elisi]

... This could become a meme, I think. *g*

[the-redjay.livejournal.com]

It could indeed! You could edit your post to make it one :P

[elisi]

Might do that...

[elisi]

Oh we've got three floor-to-ceiling book cases in our front room...

[the-redjay.livejournal.com]

Oh, if I had the money and room in university accomodation I'd be the same.

Incidentally, teaser:
He stepped forward, eyes narrowed. Roda was forced backwards by the hand around her throat, both of her hands locked around the Master’s wrist in a dance of power that they both knew perhaps too well. Nobody moved, and then the lights of the ship went out, filling the air with a low thrum as the emergency power system started to kick in. Roda dropped to the metal floor with a small crash, having made sure to land on her haunches like a cat. Anyone could see that her hackles were raised, and the Seeker grabbed her shoulder hesitantly as, careful to be just as quiet, the Master stalked forward.

“No, ‘hello Redjay’? No… ‘Thanks for saving my son’s life, Redjay’?” Roda hissed sarcastically as she rubbed her throat, and the Master snorted. Glaring at his son, he stubbornly prised Alexander’s hand from Roda’s shoulder.

“Don’t flatter yourself you’re that important.”

“No, no.” Roda coughed, and felt out for a wall to hold onto in the pitch dark. Everyone’s eyes were slowly adapting. “”It was nothing, don’t mention it Master.”

“Shut up, Redjay.”

“Bite me.”

[elisi]

Intriguing!

[the-redjay.livejournal.com]

Again, as of yet I have no finalised plot. I do have the first 3 paragraphs written and a lot of dialogue, though. I have a day of school - insomnia - so I'll try and get it out.

[elisi]

Hopefully it'll decide to be straightforward. Wishing you good luck! :)