an entry in which I use the word 'sex' no less than six times - ooh, and now it's seven.

[rosa_acicularis]

Just finished Agatha Christie's Death on the Nile, and DAMN was that ever an awesome read. I don't read much in the mystery genre (obviously, as this was my first Christie), but I think I might be about to enter a new phase. A phase which involves considerably less Victorian children's literature and considerably more "And then a shot rang out!"

Also, a quick rec for the truly brilliant epistolary novel Which Brings Me to You by Steve Almond and Julianna Baggott. And don't let my use of highfalutin literature-type terminology fool you - this book is fiercely funny and mostly about sex. Well, it seems to be about sex, but secretly it has Deep Meanings and Reflections on Human Existence. And lots of sex.

And speaking of sex, I've just watched the most recent episodes of Torchwood, and I have a new dance. This dance is called the "Ianto Jones, I knew all along that you were secretly awesome - Risen Mitten, indeed!" dance.

I now sort of want to write Team Torchwood Year-That-Never-Was fic. From Owen's POV. I don't even read Torchwood fic.

Enjoying that show this much is just weird.

And speaking of weird (and of sex, unsurprisingly), I just heard George Michael's I Want Your Sex on the radio for the third time in as many days. Is the universe trying to tell me something? Is the universe hitting on me?

Golly.