Oh, my lord.
Apr. 9th, 2008 09:35 amSince none of you are the living under a rock sort, you know that the Apocalypse has begun. Namely, the re-tooled SVH series has invaded the known universe, officially. In defiance of this momentous occasion, I did not venture out to a single bookstore to see if I could find them. Mainly because I checked with my bookstore crack-supplier and he said, "Wait, they're doing what now?" So unless they ordered a few after I asked, I'd cross that store off the list of potentials.
I need to ask, am I the only one waiting on their amazon shipment with dread? Sort of like that moment in the horror movie where you know your favorite piece of cannon fodder is going to die [the sequel's been announced, and honey, they didn't make the cut] and yet you have to know if they manage to take the cuckoo killer out with them, or if their death is going to be in vain. I'm dreading those books appearing, but yet... I have the next set pre-ordered and ready to go.
So. I worry. And I wait, because they're supposed to be delivered this afternoon. Until then, I've got my trusty cheese courtesy of 1987.
I need to ask, am I the only one waiting on their amazon shipment with dread? Sort of like that moment in the horror movie where you know your favorite piece of cannon fodder is going to die [the sequel's been announced, and honey, they didn't make the cut] and yet you have to know if they manage to take the cuckoo killer out with them, or if their death is going to be in vain. I'm dreading those books appearing, but yet... I have the next set pre-ordered and ready to go.
So. I worry. And I wait, because they're supposed to be delivered this afternoon. Until then, I've got my trusty cheese courtesy of 1987.