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I'm finally home for Christmas. Finally. Uma and I had to do a shit-ton of cleaning Tuesday, which was really unfair. We mostly cleaned up Raty's stuff...like dishes, clothes, towels, books, trash, etc. And then, after picking up after her, we had to scrub down the apartment by ourselves (until my mom came and helped). Like, really? There are four of us living there; therefore, there should have been four of us cleaning, but it's whatever. Uma and I decided that we're going to have a "coming to Jesus" meeting when we get back to lay it all out.
I've been re-watching Kyou Kara Maou lately. (Thank you, Jonathan, for getting me back into it.) I had forgotten how funny and ridiculously good it is, despite having a lot of silly episodes and moments and characters. *hugs it* And Yuuri's such a good king...
Also, I started re-reading The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss. It's making me cry all over again. I had forgotten about how amazing the writing is and the tone and the story itself. Amazing. It takes a story of magic in an academical setting like Harry Potter, but takes it to such a higher level. I won't say too much, because I don't want to spoil the entire plot, but you should read it. It's worth every minute and it's incredibly hard to put down. My paperback is getting ratty, so I will be buying the hardback eventually.
Here's one of my favorite passages. It's from Chapter 34: Yet to Learn.
"And that is how Kvothe spent his last night before he came to the University, with his cloak as both his blanket and his bed. As he lay down, behind him was a circle of fire, and before him lay shadow like a mantle, gathered. His eyes were open, that much is certain, but who among us can say they know what he was seeing?
"Look behind him instead, to the circle of light that the fire has made, and leave Kvothe to himself for now. Everyone deserves a moment or two alone when they desire it. And if by chance there were tears, let us forgive him. He was just a child, after all, and had yet to learn what sorrow really was."
So go out and buy The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss and enjoy.
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