Book Review: The Sight by David Clement-Davies

Book Review: The Sight 

by David Clement-Davies 

Mass Market Paperback, 465 pages

Published August 11th 2003 by Puffin (first published January 11th 2001)

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In the shadow of an abandoned castle, a wolf pack seeks shelter. The she-wolf 's pups will not be able to survive the harsh transylvanian winter. And they are being stalked by a lone wolf, Morgra, possessed of a mysterious and terrifying power known as the sight. Morgra knows that one of the pups born beneath the castle holds a key to power even stronger than her own—power that could give her control of this world and the next. but the pack she hunts will do anything to protect their own, even if it means setting in motion a battle that will involve all of nature, including the creature the wolves fear the most—Man.

Reading and Depression

I started reading the Baby Sitter's Little Sister when I was seven, and after that, I grew hungry for more. I remember I was the only kid happy because a Goosebumps book was dropped in my trick or treat bag on the following Halloween. Eager to support this, my mom signed me up with the Baby Sitter's Club and I would read through the series with abnormal speed. After that I sought books in the school library. I never let genre get in my way when I was on a mission. As I grew, and when times would get hard, my first reaction was to dive head first into a book. 

2012 already?! Update 1/13/12

Okay, as with every holiday, I disappeared.  Don't get angry, I truly was busy.  (And if I wasn't, I was sleeping, so sue me!)  This January marked a full year living at our new home as well as a year as Kennel Manager for me.  I am in love with working with these animals, and they take up a lot of my time during my working hours.  Rob turns 21 on the 15, and Vince turns 27 on the 14th.  This month also marks the 6 month anniversary to my boyfriend Vince.  I am allowed to be excited about this because it marks the halfway to a year!  And that is incredible for me, as my two longest relationships are to Pattie (15 yrs as friends) and to Rob (5 yrs).  So I am a little geeked.

I decided to challenge myself to reading 50 books this year.  My progress is being marked on goodreads.  I don't know if I will have the time (willpower) to sit down and type out reviews for each book (for the one's I don't like).  I will also try to post progress on my story, as I have started working on that much more in the passed weeks.  Of course I won't be giving out anything about my actual story as then it might ruin the read in the long run.

Right now a snow storm is hitting us.  Pretty hard actually.  Thankfully Rob salted.

I can't think of anything else, so I am going to skip out.  I will try to keep up with reviews with books that I read so others can see.  Also, I am putting my "year and a day" on hold.  Obviously since I haven't made any posts about it right?  No, I am putting it on hold because I am not feeling that flow right now.  The best way to explain it is that I feel like I too am trapped in ice and snow like the Earth.  Instead of trying to force myself to try to do something that I won't enjoy because I have to force myself to do it, I am just going to slow down and flow with the natural energy of life.

Okay, now I'm going.  Will try to have a review of The Sight up by the end of the week.

Does NO ONE else do the dishes around here?!

It is unimaginably hard trying to get someone to do the dishes around here.  It's ridiculous.

Of course it isn't easy to find someone to do the dishes since it is only three of us living here.  Before anyone tells me to do them let me state that I most often do.  But I do live with two other people, and I get these weird ideas that this should be shared and not all on my shoulders.  It isn't even like they need hand washed- we have a dishwasher!  And yet the dishes will sit in the sink day after day until they start to stink which is normally when I give in and do them anyway.  Again.

And by then I have already screwed myself over because I always forget my roomies suck a properly rising dishes off so they have dried caked on sauce and milk glasses that weren't rinsed out.  Or ice cream bowls that sat around upstairs for only-God-knows-how-many night before Pattie gets sick of seeing all of it and brings it down to the sink.

How about "Do these damn dishes you ungrateful brat!"

 Pattie has sworn dirty dishes off.  She down right won't do them.  The whole time we have lived here (since January), she has done them, maybe, a total of ten times.  And she doesn't even try to hide it- she will admit she refuses to do the dishes.  I can understand because she does do other house chores like sweeping and dusting and laundry and tending to the horses and the dogs.  And I know from much experience that after standing at the sink to rinse all the dishes to put them in the dishwasher my back starts to hurt really bad.  She already has chronic back pain from her surgeries, she doesn't need any more of a reason to bitch.

I guess what really gets under my skin is when Rob goes all holier-than-thou and claims he always rinses his dishes off and sticks them right in the dishwasher.  Seriously, no you fucking do not!  And once or twice does not count as 'always' either!  And I know you don't because not even a half an hour ago I reminded you to take your ice cream bowl downstairs and you just went right back to reading the internets. 

How the sink starts out.

Then the sink is full. 

Then the nasty dishes are spilling out from the sink onto the count and omg what is that smell!?

What kills me is how they will sit there for so long that they will actually start having a 'spoiled food' smell to them!  Do my roommates ever go into the kitchen?!  Because if they do I want to know how they cannot smell that ripe-ass rotten-shit smell.  I have even stood next to Pattie and asked her if she smelled it, to which she replied no, and then called her a liar because you couldn't not smell it.   

It smells like something with rabies/mange crawled into our sink to die, died, and has been there since last month!  Which I know to be false since I was the last one to do the dishes.  Now I am wondering if it is the water that we drink but I am sure it isn't because I only smell the smell when there is a sink full of dirty dishes.  But now I am going to drive myself crazy thinking about the water...  Doesn't matter, my medications will need upped if this fiasco continues much longer...

I wish I was joking.  I am crazy now.  I will even accept someone just unloading the dishwasher for me, putting all the dishes away properly, and letting me know so the next load can be done.  But I don't think Rob knows where all the dishes go because he will sometimes leave a couple out on the counter and then it's the guessing game where I sniff and rub my fingers on it trying to see if it is clean or dirty.  

It's like pulling teeth trying to get someone to do the dishes.  And there are times when I ask, and Rob actually agrees to do them, and then after two days of asking I just do them myself.  I can't throw a huge fit though because there are time that I know I need to get the dishes done and I push it off because honestly, who wants to do dishes anyway?

That's what babies are for!

If that's the case then I need to get me one of these!  (Just kidding!)

....though I am getting desperate.... 

-This post is brought to you by 

the plastic spoon I had to eat my cereal with this morning 

because we were out of real spoons.-

A Letter to My Cats

-Seriously need have a sense of humor to read this-

Dear Cats,

First Bear:

You are a very bad cat!  Why must you eat rubber bands and paper towels, steal Rob's toothbrush and Pattie's hair brush, unroll my toilet paper and hid flies in my bed?  It is not funny.  Pattie is threatening to cook you in a nice General Tso's sauce that I won't be able to refuse.  How do you think this makes me feel knowing that her cooking could quite possibly have me eating my own cat?!  Please start behaving like a good cat.

Boots:

I am onto you.  I know you were the first to hide flies in my bed because it started before Bear was even here.  I must ask you to stop as it is grossing the shit out of me.  Actually avoid my bed altogether since you and Bear don't wipe your paws after using the litter box.  Also, if the litter box is full, I am sorry.  This however does not give you the right to poo right next to said litter box RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!  This makes mommy mad and puts you as runner up for the wok. 

Both of you can be extremely insensitive to my sleep.  When I am sleeping I want to sleep.  Stop meowing.  Stop trying to get me to pet you.  Stop covering up your poo, you covered it already.  Stop pawing at the door, I cannot let you out, you have proven that you cannot be trusted in the real world (rest of the house) while I am asleep.  And stop knocking over my lamp on my nightstand.  Stop pushing my water bottle over.  Stop digging in the litter box, you're done.  Stop scratching at the door!  Stop playing with whatever it is you are playing with!  Stop meowing!  Stop eating your kibble so loud!  FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST STOP! 

There is no need to wake me five minutes earlier than my alarm to remind me that you want your wet food.  There is no reason to trip me on my way to the bathroom.  Or on my way to the kitchen, or on my way back to my room with said wet food.  You tripping me just slows me down and means it takes longer.  And meowing at me isn't going to speed things up.  So keep quiet and out of my way and our morning with go much smoother.

As I am typing this up I see you eyeballing the keyboard with envy.  Do not be envious of this thing.  I assure you that once I am done my attention will then return back to you.  That does not mean you can come over here and walk on my keyboard until I give you attention either.  I cannot afford a new one at the moment, so please stop walking on it! 

If we can work on these problems I am sure you two will be the best house cats ever!

Yours truly,
Mommy

PS:  What with the puffy tail?  I don't get it.