My fantasy kick continues.
Or has started? Whatever. At the moment, I'm loving the fantasy.
I started The Onion Girl by Charles de Lint last night and immediately picked it up again when I woke up this morning. I'm about two hundred pages in and I really didn't want to put it down.
Stupid job.
I'm embarrassed to admit that it's the first de Lint I've read. The introduction made it clear that I should've picked him up ages ago -- he thanks Andrew Vachss and mentions listening to Greg Brown, Steve Earle and Slaid Cleaves.
Anyway, HOO-ray. There are few things better than discovering a new author who has a large-ish backlist.