Rice, Glass, and Rain

It's 2am East Coast time, so it's officially the golden hour. Over there.

I'm in a rather particularly passionate mood this evening. I've started digging into Merrick, one of my Anne Rice novels I got for Christmas. I'm realizing that I really need to go back and reread the whole series. Start with Interview, and do a good job of going through them in order. Interview with a Vampire, The Vampire Lestat, Queen of the Damned, Tale of the Body Thief, Memnoch the Devil, The Vampire Armand, Blood and Gold, Blackwood Farm, and Blood Canticle. Well, Armand and Gold aren't required. I just need the ones that surround my beloved Lestat. My beloved Brat Prince Vampire that Bad Katelyn swoons over. But even so, just those seven books would take me at least a year, probably two to get through, with the rate that I read. Well, never mind. If I spend the summer West Side, I'll need something to occupy my time. And what better way to spend my late afternoons and early evenings than spralled out on my roof, reading my Rice-ian vampire fiction by the light of the sunset until it's too dark to see? I had forgotten why these are my favorites. Oh, they're so delicious. Who needs erotica? Pft, I've got my verbiage porn. Sweet nectar of the gods; writing shouldn't taste this good to me. But it does. So delectably satisfying.

It's also raining pretty hard tonight. Flood warnings abound. The pond water will probably flood over the dam. That is, if it holds. It should. If not, we'll just hope the rock star neighbors with their fast Element car and odd hours are kind and won't sue us for water damages. *cue evil grin*

Finally, by way of Facebook status stalking I came upon some good Phillip Glass music. Blends awefully well with the current setting, I think. "Metamorphosis".