On the Prowl.

So, I picked up On The Prowl, a book containing four modern-fantasy stories. I took it with me to an eye doctor appointment to read. A good thing: pages started to fall out, and the book store where I'd bought it was between me and home still. They swapped it out for one that hasn't been falling apart. (As an aside, when I went back, I met the same clerk who had checked me out when I was there the first time. She remembered me and was surprised I was back. When I said I was just there to try to trade my book for one where the pages didn't fall out, her expression was quite entertaining.)

I've so far read all of the first, and part of the second. I bought the book for the first one, and I'd be glad of it even if I hated the other three (so far, the second one is okay but not holding my attention as much as I'd like). The first story is "Alpha and Omega" by Patricia Briggs - in the same world as the stories about Mercy Thompson. It introduces a new character, Anna (who is a werewolf), but also includes Charles, and is set in Chicago.

There will be a series of three books based on this story, according to the author's web site. They will be released in the summers, while the Mercy books continue to come out January/February ish.

I am filled with glee. I also REALLY want January to roll around so I can get Iron Kissed, of course.

On The Prowl. Pfeh.

I said that it would be worth it if the only decent story was the one by Briggs. Good thing. The middle one wasn't bad, but the last two threw any modicum of taste to the wind. I suppose I should have expected it.

And, Stardust.

Scott and I went to see Stardust, finally, this evening. (We've only been intending to do so since, oh, GenCon. Kinda needed to do it before the movie got out of theaters entirely.)

I'm still not convinced the movie was quite worth the fees the movie theaters charge for evening showings, but I'm not sure it wasn't either, which is far better than most movies do with me.

Some of the silliness amused me and some of it just annoyed me. The early part of the movie was more with the annoyance; after that it sucked me in and I enjoyed the later parts more.

Which is about all I'll say, to avoid spoilerage. I'm glad we went.

Okay, I'll add one more thing, not related to the movie: Babe decided my dangling hair was a cat toy. Unfortunately, the hair was dangling in front of my posterior. (Babe is lucky that I love her so much.) She is now crawling into my lap looking sort of uncertain and sputtering an attempt at a purr. She is too cute for words. She is also not attacking my butt any more, which is definitely appreciated.