The stalking ends now. Or, rather, tomorrow.

I have a small crowd following me around. They've spent most of the time lurking on extra chairs in the dining room, and hanging out near my unread books in the den. Lately they've taken to riding around town in my car. They're perfectly friendly most of the time, but after months--months!--of tolerating the pitiful pleas of some ("Aren't you going to mention me to your friends? Ever???") and the demanding tones of others ("Hey, I got here first, you gotta talk about me first!" and "Whadya mean, you got nuttin' to say about me? You said you loved me!"), I've considered requesting a restraining order.

So as not to tax the judicial system, I've decided to go with the alternative: mini-reviews that probably don't do the books justice. I have one almost finished--in fact I was going to post it this afternoon--but the sunshine calls, my boys are itching to go to a skatepark, and my computer is in a bit of a snit today, so I'll let it take a rest and go read at the skatepark for a while.

This post may hold the world record for highest ratio of anthropomorphized inanimate objects to word count. Will let you know if Guinness calls. The world record people, that is. Not the stout.