Books and Yet Another TV Addiction

I recently stumbled across Kate Griffin's Stray Souls in the library, and took it home. WHY HAVE I NOT READ HER STUFF LONG BEFORE THIS? Sharon Li is the epitome of awesome. She's a struggling barista with no real clue what she wants to do with her life... until she decides to use her developing shaman powers to save London. Because well, somebody's gotta do it, yeah, or else who knows what bloody crap will happen? That's the exact tone of the story. Seriously, I LOVE this stupid crazy book. Cool, capable, confident heroes are great; but bumbling yet lucky fools with big hearts are a lot easier to relate to (unless you're born a hero).

And apparently there is already four books in the same universe, focusing on Matthew Swift, the one character who rivals Sharon for my favorite. Christmas came early!

In other news, my Mom and I marathoned the first season of Dexter in a matter of five days or so. I'm kinda freaking out that almost all my favorite shows are about serial killers. But, then again, serial killer shows are more candid about battling one's inner demons than any other type, so far as I know. The best part of Dexter is the snarky inner monologue. Worst part is definitely the blood--I can't figure out if I've been queasy for the last few days because I caught something, or because of the marathon. We'll see.