Holy MIA, Batman.

I went one week without posting, then 2 weeks after that, and now it's been 3. I think I should cut it out, if for no other reason than I am tired of beginning my entries by acknowledging that I haven't been around in awhile and then apologizing for it.

So Hollywood is making a Goosebumps movie. There's absolutely no information about it on IMDb yet, but it is happening. I will definitely go see it. I used to love those books.

There isn't a hell of a lot of other book news to discuss, other than a couple minor points:

-James Frey's novel finally hit shelves this week. If you haven't yet, check out the NY Times review of it. The writer adopted Frey's style to critique the book, and it was really effective.

-I bought this book yesterday. I was ALMOST out of Chapters empty-handed when I saw it sitting on the new releases table, and I couldn't help myself. The blurb on the back described the main character to be so similar to me that I had to have it. And now I do. Go cyber-lurking!

I also went on a bit of a spending spree over the long weekend. I finally bought Juno, which I've seen three times and have been tempted to rent more than is necessary. I also got the new Death Cab for Cutie album. I listened to it once, and I'm not sure what I think yet. It's good - there was never any doubt about that - but I think I like their old stuff a little more. And, because of my ongoing addiction to once, I bought a Glen Hansard/Marketa Irglova album, which includes a couple songs from the movie and a few others. It's lovely.

It's 10:41 and I've done nothing today. I'm out.