Before I Forget

I read another Artemis Fowl book last week and keep forgetting to put a note on here about it. I occasionally pick up one of Eoin Colfer's books just for kicks and always enjoy reading about the young Irish master-criminal. I've read most of the Artemis Fowl series completely out of order, and I maintain that it's not my fault. My sisters gave me the fifth one for Christmas one year, assuming that I'd already read the first four. Who does that? SERIOUSLY. And I've never gotten them back in line since then. The books, not my sisters. Although I guess it carries over either way.

At any rate, if you're looking for a few hundred light hearted pages of fantasy, Artemis Fowl is not too shabby. It's a nice blend of real world and fairy-land with some genuinely funny moments. I, personally, imagine Artemis to look something like Macauley Culkin, which is odd, because he's not even Irish. There is actually a movie currently in the works, which I will probably watch and be disappointed in. Funny how that happens.

I'm making a trip to the library this afternoon to return Artemis Fowl: the Opal Deception and Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions. We'll see what else I pick up. I already have three books in the lineup for the next week or so. And I think I'm going to take a break from novels for a bit after I finish off Michael Chabon's The Yiddish Policeman's Union. But don't hold your breath.