“that’s nice, but you don’t really talk like this…” My dear reader, over Christmas dinner preparations I failed to find the term for regular potatoes, potatoes that are not sweet, and rather than saying normal average russet new or even unsweetened, I chose “the…mortal potatoes.”

Totally forgot until looking at my notes I got sick and was feverish halfway through this read. Ha. Haha. Hahahahaha. Yeah, don’t do that.

What’s this? Another book review so soon? Please wish Ande Pliego a happy book birthday for The Library After Dark—a twisty, grisly, romantic, stunning mystery/thriller complete with secret passages, high stakes, and of course, books. Five stars. 💙📚🔍 #TheLibraryAfterDark #NetGalley #newbook

Brew yourself a cup of tea, but check carefully for poison… It’s mystery day on the blog, and we have a stunning, deliciously bookish and alarmingly deadly title from Ande Pliego: You Are Fatally Invited. 💙📚🔍 #mystery #thriller #horror #BookReview #YAFI #YouAreFatallyInvited

Today might be a boring day, but if you can bring a cheerful moment to someone else’s day by being kind? That’s good. That’s very, very good human stuff.

The grey floofbeast has also been sighted this morning. It has been a marvelously cat-full week.

Have seen cat!!! Black with brown highlights and extremely fluffy. friend. :)

Friend: (peacefully eating liver) Me: you know in Norse mythology if you ate the heart of any creature, you gained all knowledge it held in life Me: that's how Sigurd learned the language of birds Me: he ate the heart of a dragon Me: weird he didn't eat a chicken heart or something

I don’t know, guys. I kinda just love all forms of art. Paintings. Sculptures. Illustrations. Movies. Comics. Video games. All these amazing things made by human hands. Some of it’s good and some of it’s bad but really I just love experiencing it all.

It's independent bookstore day.

Me: (tries to work in the afternoon) The tiny imp sitting on my brain: No. Sleepy. Me: (tries to work at night with thunderstorms adding delicious ambiance) Imp: No. Sleepy. Me: (goes to bed at reasonable human time) Imp, hopping up and down on my brain: Sleep? Why—would you want—to do—that? Me: O_O

There are two types of people: weird people and people who haven’t become my friend and unleashed their inner sense of whimsy. Yet.

Went to look for the cat, since it was meowing again during daytime. Can’t find it. Cat is taunting me.

There's a cat meowing outside my window. I don't have a cat. ...but I could.

Twentysomething: I don't know...I just haven't done anything with my life... bookmarkedone: Nonsense! You've ossified your bones! So when the forest creatures eat you, you'll cronch like a Snickers bar. :)

Lately I have found myself utterly enchanted by apple blossoms

Look at all the beautiful detail in this one! I love the mood the deep sepia tone sets for it too. Imagine coming across this in a very old book that smells like forgotten flights of fancy. I picture it with one of those delicate, translucent end papers over it. I can almost feel it. #HumanArt #moth

we succeeded at two of these things.

No, I did not climb my favorite tree in the dark in concert dress. I just thought about it. Briefly.

“Takedown“ by HUNTR/X starts playing:

Love it when I meet people so unique and true to themselves that I could never write them as characters because they’re just too cool to be “believably realistic.” …but to meet people, one must leave the garret. Which I never do. So my friends are all as fictional as I am. Clearly.

No I am not writing a blind date meet cute with a lady assassin and a shy cellist lad in a coffeeshop so stop dropping hints

Brain: okay, we need to be professional in this situation Me: yes Brain: so don’t slip into vernacular dialects Me: yep Brain: no finger guns Me: of course Brain: don’t use the royal we Me: uh-huh Brain: and no calling everyone darling Me: … D:

While both musicians and demolitionists may use the term “C4,” they are usually referring to completely different subjects, and one is not often in danger while visiting the orchestra. In the case of Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture, however…

Me: I can’t do that Friend: what Me: The first suspects in any mystery are the butler, Mrs. Daylily (whose husband took out an extensive life insurance policy at her request), and me. If there’s a murder inquiry, I don’t have an alibi. Friend: w h a t

@bookmarkedone.bsky.social (points at writer): you. Brilliant idiot. (points at writer): madman. Bearded madman. (points at perfectly innocent writer): public enemy no. 1 (stops pointing) not you Jennifer, you’re terrific and we’re glad you’re here.

#Writers , please discuss. XD

Musicians in fiction: a vile, cutthroat, fight to the death for solos, prestige and the Throne Real orchestral musicians: oh no I don't want to sit in the front. you have to give me notice 5 business days before if you want me in the front. what do you mean the soloist is absent. what.

No one: Me: so when the groom proposes with the bride’s full name, is it like calling the Fae by true names so they’re bound to accept your bargain or…

Am beginning to wonder if this little bird really can't wait until morning to sing or is trying to tell me to go to sleep... Happy spring to you too, little tipsy bird.

Someday the little bard is going to find a forgotten treasure chest or eerily become financially comfortable as the famed Mr. Darcy and one of the first orders of business will be filling closet and bookshelves with Tanaudel designs. Every single one is gorgeous.

It is once again time to purge my inboxes of spam messages and since we can't prevent them, we shall at least amuse ourselves as we report and delete because sometimes the bots bring me gladiolus flowers and compliments that make no sense... Let's start with a few of my old favorites. ;)

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My 91 year old dad's latest drawing of the garden. I'm so proud.

Librarian: no you can’t haunt the boiler room either we got rid of it in the remodel Me: how is a book cryptid supposed to thrive in these conditions

Everyone has given up on Sunrise Egg. The phoenix and Roc hatched nearly a month ago. Night watch is a formality. I start awake to a tiny dragon tail curling firmly around my wrist. Scales pulsing with colors of fire. The incubator is a mess of shattered shell and glass. She refuses to let go.

Me: so when you think about it, our jobs have the same purpose—to guide readers to their next favorite book. Librarian: no the book cryptid still cannot enter the library through the staff door to more successfully avoid social interactions Me: but why? :(

🌲📖 #BookWormSat #InternationalDayofForests “Still there are so many things That I have never seen: In every wood in every spring There is a different green.” — J. R. R. Tolkien, *The Fellowship of the Ring* (1954) Every forest holds a new wonder. 🌿✨

Timeline cleanse - it's time to fish! #watercolor #gouache #dragons

HE’S BACK

GO GO GO GOOD BOOK VERY GOOD BOOK

I used to love the kitchen, snacks tumbling from cupboards just as I got peckish. I used to love the attic stuffed with bookshelves--the closest thing I'd found to the inside of my own head. I loved it all, right to the day the house stood up & walked away. Hope she's happy, somewhere out there.

The thing about Houses is they get lonely too. She's only been awake a few years now. The beams and banisters and gargoyles are old, but House? She still shies away from thunderstorms. The window seat always has a book waiting for me. Sunset stories, we say, since neither of us ever go to bed.

The moment I announce a temporary blog break:

Just a little update for #BookSky ! I love all the attention the blog has been getting, but unfortunately I have to put a pause on new review requests for the next couple of months. We’re still here, and the blog will continue, but new requests are now ON HOLD. We’ll reopen May 1, 2026. ☺️ 💙📚

Okay but hear me out: A nighttime café in which the only lighting comes from lanterns, free pastry samples are served to all who enter, the walls are adorned with van Gogh paintings, there are emotional support black cats roaming about, and Edgar Allan Poe readings occur during every full moon.

Me: Look, I’ve known Rumplestiltskin for a long time, Brain: wait. wait wait wait wait Me: …not like personally… Brain: THAT DIDN’T HELP EITHER

Terrible idea. I’m down. Who’s coming, and what skills do you bring against ghost goats?