I've been reading through Anne McCaffrey's Dragonriders of Pern series this past week. I'm liking them-I've already gone back to re-read one particular tale after I read another book that explained what happened before that book. Her books that concern the main characters in her universe are well-written. Her books that concern minor characters seem fuzzy, somehow. Not as well thought out? I can't put my finger on it. The books co-written with her son and the ones he's done solo are well done and tend more towards the sci-fi side of things. She does too, but builds slowly into her characters re-discovering their heritage. Anyways, that has been occupying any spare time I've had. Spare time which comes at the expense of sleeping time, which is possibly why I'm completely wiped this morning. But the needing to be in this cool new universe supersedes a portion of my common sense. I become more like my mother every day-when she got a new book/series nothing...