So this piece of timeless wisdom hit me in a particularly vulnerable spot:
Despite her frailty, Nani's voice was steady, strong. You're twenty-six, naantin. You are beautiful, but if you wait much longer you will have only divorcés and shop owners to choose from."Demon Moon, Meljean Brook.
NOOOOOO!!! Not (gulp) divorcés!
(Good book, btw).
Anyway, Fate - perhaps sensing my delicate emotional balance at this most unhappy of times - sent me an early birthday present today. I got home to find:
The Vampire Queen's Servant, by Joey W. Hill
Queen of Dragons, by Shana Abe (shiny!)
Demon Night, Meljean Brook
The Spymasters Lady, Joanna Bourne
London in the 19th Century, Jerry White
The thrilling ARC (hey, my first ever) for Ann Aguirre's Grimspace.
So my birthday will pass in a happy haze of oblivion, with no Nani to warn me of time's decay. Unless she turns up in Demon Night.
Incidentally, one of the most annoying things about growing older is when heroines start getting younger than yourself. It'll be the heroes next... (see: The Scream)