Six months ago, I was riding the bike in the morning, and still getting to work plenty early to earn extra money. Then the bastards stole my bag, with my shoes, sweats, a t-shirt and Deadhouse Gates, a book that I was thoroughly enjoying.
I've since replaced the shoes and t-shirt. Tonight I took another step against the bastards and bought Deadhouse Gates again.
It's the second book in the Malazan Book of the Fallen. It's fantasy (don't lynch me) but it's written by a Canadian, and it's good.
The first book, Gardens of the Moon, drops you in the middle of the action and gradually explains some of the background. It was a little hard to get into, seeing as how most of the Fantasy I've read puts you right in the beginning, when the hero is still a modest farm-boy, and then all hell breaks loose.
This one is nothing like that.
Now I have the book. All I need is some sweats and a bag and I'm back at even (even though I'm down the cost of replacement).
Bastards.
2 comments:
At least you knew those kids were safe, because you left those things...in the....BAG.
Which kids? The ones who were freezing to death and needed the clothing and the book to burn (just watched Day After Tomorrow)?
It's an embarrassment to me, personally. Oh My God! I left the gun... in the... BAG!
Too bad I didn't have a gun.
BASTARDS!
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