I have quite a few books on my bookshelf. I’m not pleased – in fact I’m slightly embarrassed to say – that the biggest set on there is the Laurell K. Hamilton Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter series which resulted from a stint/binge from a couple years ago.

Yeah, I know.

If you’ve every read her, you’ll understand what I mean. They embody everything vampires probably are and what the Twilight series avoided for the trilogy and then for the +1 suddenly decide to embrace it (going to the repercussions angle): sex.

So when my mother comes in today to grab a book to read while overseeing my brother’s piano practice, the one book she would obviously choose is Micah, the 50-page fluff novel that happens not only happens to be one of the series also happens to also read like porn without pictures.

I don’t even remember why I got it. In fact, I don’t even know why the lady wrote it. And any other book from the series would have been better since they have tiny font, are long, and actually has the occasional sighting of the bunny called plot. In translation, this means mother would have given up before she got very far.

But Micah, well, Micah gets its own genre…

Naturally, flustered and not eager to let my own mother read a book like that to practice her English, I quickly asked where my copy of Howl’s Moving Castle was.

It was a really close shave.

Ever. And its also know as Senior Week. I’m halfway through it and so far, had enough after 1 day of sitting in a not-really darkened gym blowing my eardrums out to The Dark Knight, all of the black which cannot be seen on the projector screen.

In lieu of studying for APs and star testing, however, I’ve read three or four books in the past three days or so, lost maybe 7.8% of my already depressingly mediocre calculus grade, and have completely fallen heads over heels in love with Christopher Moore. And Biff.

He (Moore, that is) is now up there with Neil Gaiman as my all-time favorite author(s).

Lamb, by Christopher Moore takes a poke at early life at Jesus while Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett's Good Omens tackles the Apocalypse. Both are hilarious and somewhat fitting reads now that I've decided to head over to Fordham come fall. Both are more entertaining if you've actually picked up a bible before.