Aurora Dimitre's Books and Rambling

 

 

 It's always kind of funny to me, when the book wall gives me one of my own books, because of course I get copies of my own books and of course, if I get a book, I have to read it, so it goes into the book wall, and I'm never really mad about it. I love my books. I wrote them because I liked them, you know? I wrote what I wanted to read. If I didn't like it, I wouldn't have written it. I would have written something else. So right now I'm reading Forty Days . This book has Allan in it, which is great, because I love Allan. I think it's fine. I think it'll be fine. I've put it on Goodreads and everything, that I'm reading Forty Days, because I am , and I'm going to count it for my challenge. Will I rate it five stars? I don't know. At least four, probably, but I won't know until I've read it.

 

 

 The answer is... yes? There should be two more books out of mine before the end of the summer. One of them will be a collection of short stories and essays, and the other one will be the second Vendettic book. So, if you're interested, now would be the time to pickup Spahn . If you've got Kindle Unlimited, it's free on there; otherwise, it's .99 for Kindle, 8.00 for paperback. I still have to contact my cover guy for the Vendettic books and format the damn thing, but it is done.  So, in the interest of interest, here's the first couple pages of Sacrifice , book two: CHAPTER ONE             Danny doesn’t even give Niko time to put his shit away before he says, “It’s a good thing that you’re back, because we start our tour with XXXmass next weekend.”             Niko’s so shocked by this that he nearly drops his guitar. “What the fuck, Danny.”             “They saw some bootlegged footage from Spahn and want us to open for them, at least for the like, West Co

 

 where the hell did that weird 'let's make an overcomplicated Plan for everything' come from? Everything else I managed to shove onto a deeply flawed teenage boy in whatever media I was obsessed with at the point, so where did my Plans come from?  Does the fact that I'm capitalizing Plan help?  It was Gary fucking Barkovitch from the Long Walk, by Stephen King. I still consider this book to be my favorite book, because it's fantastic, and also, the last time I read it, re-read it I mean, it hit me how fucking young all of these kids are and so I almost cried, but for the longest time and also again, Gary Barkovitch was my favorite character. You know, the little racist asshole who immediately alienates everyone else on the Walk.  But the thing is. He has a Plan. And this isn't just 'don't get shot,' it's obviously a deeply complicated Plan that makes sense to nobody but him. Case in point: the 'rest' that he took at the beginning of the W

 

Recently, I read the first volume of the manga for SDR2. Hajime edition, like the game, not the Komaeda edition because I don't like, hate myself, and really, I was not expecting much. When I read the first volume of the manga for the first game, I was like, "Well that was fun, but it sucks as a manga." When I read this one, now I'm reading fanfiction again, so that's like, chill.  I'm also realizing, recently, how much of my weird stuff right now is directly correlated to the shit I waded through in high school. Like my clown thing?   Pretty sure that's where the clown thing came from. I mean, I read IT before I read that, I think, but I was that motherfucker for Halloween my junior year, for some reason, and I still have the shirt, but I'm also realizing, in my new Dangan Ronpa funk (Which by the way--what the fuck there's so much more to this series now???? I know the first two games and the animation for the first game and that's IT, mother

 

 

 I am entirely unprepared for Camp NaNoWriMo this month. I sort of forgot about it until about 8:00AM this morning, and I only started working on my project at about 3:30 this afternoon. I'm about 600 words in. If you're interested, I'm doing kind of an experimental thing... if you've read the Pentalogy of Hell there's a character who gets a stupid amount of attention, and I'm writing the lead-up to his death in the form of police interviews? I thought it was fun. It was randomly chosen for me. It was between that, the first in a sequel trilogy to the Tinon series, and the next Aughts Boys book.  But I think I'll get back in the swing of things. Like I said, I'm only about 600 words in. And I can't exactly walk right now, what with my feet being half-blister from yesterday's 25k monstrosity  (walked 4.5 hours straight, would not recommend), so I might as well make myself useful and write.