Mini Book Haul: My mental dilemma and overcoming book snobbery

Hello world, it’s Olive again. This time with a book haul.

It’s rather small, but I’m quite excited about it. I had a $15.00 Half-Price Books gift card that I needed to spend, so after an evening at the movies I dragged two of my guy friends into the store since it was right across the street.

Those poor men deserve an award.

What my mind sees when staring at my bookshelf in this situation.

I’m not the type of person who constantly buys books. I adore them, but I generally don’t add a book to my collection unless it is so absolutely magnificent that my library now appears to have a giant hole in it anytime I look at the shelf. That, or I’m going to meet the author at a book signing.

Therefore, when people assume that the perfect present for me is a gift card to a bookstore, I’m stuck staring at endless shelves of printed works like a deer in headlights.

It’s a curse. Continue reading


The time I met (AHEM) didn’t meet Patrick Rothfuss

My friends often inform me that my life is a sitcom. If that is the case, then I have a bone to pick with the writers.

Olive here. I did not intend for everyone’s first impression of me to be of a rage filled tirade against an innocent piece of electronic paper. However, that is the way the proverbial cookie crumbles, I suppose.

I’m serious. All this cookie ever wanted was to be enjoyed by a giddy, small child, but now it has been broken into tiny pieces on the floor and thrown away.

This is the episode where I thought I was going to meet a big name in adult fantasy literature. Emphasis on the “thought.” Continue reading