In My Mailbox (9)

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For Review:

Liar, Justine Larbalestier (yay!)
A Touch of Dead, Charlaine Harris
The Monstrumologist, Rick Yancey (double yay! I've read about a quarter of it so far and it's really good.)
Evil Cats, Elia Anie
Surf Ache, Gerry Bobsien

Bought:

The Secret of Dragonhome, John Peel (Bookmooch. A few months ago I posted about a book that I'd read as a teenager, but couldn't remember what it was called. Cywrain helped me track it down, and thanks again! If you ever have trouble remembering the title and author of a book and only have a scrap of a scene and a genre to go on, visit Name that Book or What was that Book?)
Return to Labyrinth Volume 2 and Return to Labyrinth Volume 3 by Jake T. Forbes (Book Depository. Have I told you how much I love Book Depository? Free post worldwide, and the books arrive in Australia from the UK in a week. Undamaged. Which is more than I can say for some other online bookshops. And again, YAY LABYRINTH!)
Blood and Chocolate, Annette Curtis Klause (Amazon. That's it there, the spine leaning agains Liar. I found a hardback first edition of this book, which is my favourite YA book from when I was a teenager and paid through the nose for the shipping out to Oz, and it arrived without the damned dust jacket! Muchly disappointed, and I swear that it wasn't mentioned in the condition report. I emailed the store I bought it from and they very nicely offered to send a replacement, which is lovely of them.)

Won:
Things are Gonna Get Ugly, Hilary Homzie. (From Presenting Lenore. Thanks Lenore, it look so cute!)

Library:

Creative Journal Writing, Stephanie Dowrick
The Artist's Way, Julia Cameron
The Lost Book of Salem, Katherine Howe (This is called The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane in the US, which is a far cooler title in my opinion.)

If you're in Australia I hope, like me, your boss gave you Monday off as well and you have a super long weekend! It's Melbourne Cup Day tomorrow (Tuesday), and everyone in Melbourne gets the day off to converge on Flemington in suits and cute dresses and hats and have a flutter on the fillies. It's basically an excuse to get drunk in the sunshine and carry your heels home in your hand. I'm not a races sort of girl ("bogan spew-fest" is how one of my friends describes the races) but I do love the festive atmosphere. It was Derby day on Saturday and my partner and I (as we live in dearest Flemmo) sat on Racecourse Road at our favourite cafe, as we always do on a Saturday, and watched all the cabs and cars go by filled with race-goers. There were not a few limos, and even, horror of horrors, a Barbie pink stretch hummer. Bogan spew-fest indeed.

The two faces of Derby Day