In an effort to inspire me and get my dormant creative juices going, I’ve sort of gotten back into reading. Keep in mind that I’m still the mother of a toddler and school-aged child who just recently moved into their first house and is barely holding all her crap together, but I am determined to make time in there somewhere.

Lucky for me, I don’t have a specific genre I favor. Reading is reading and, until my late college years, had always seemed like a chore… save for the few V.C. Andrews books I read in grade school when “Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret” just wasn’t cutting it. Now I happen to like it which is bonus since I want to actually write these things for a living. Missing a genre gene gives me more than ample picking for selections. And my lack of genre specifications doesn’t stop with books. Music, movies, television. If it’s intent on capturing my attention, I’m all over the place.

Imagine my surprise and delight when a book suggestion was e-mailed to me via Borders. And the advertisement for this book included a link to a trailer. And I go, “Trailer? This IS for a book, right? Did they make it into a movie already? Did I read that wrong?” And I go back and realize they’ve said nothing about a movie, just a trailer. And now I’m all intrigued. And then they say the trailer includes interviews from Joss Whedon and Damon Lindelof . And now I’m just about ready to lose my junk because I admire Joss Whedon and LOVE me some Damon Lindelof (who is a Taurus, just found that out, and now I’m all HAWT!) because I like nerds and I dare you to make fun of me. So I’m going to the trailer because now, on top of being enticed by the trailer, I’ve read the premise of the book and the story includes essences of religion and superheroes and good and evil and I’m all SHUT! UP! So then I look at it:

And it is then, and only then, that I pass out. Then I wake up and add it to my Shelfari list of books I really, really, really, REEEA-LLYYYYYY want to read. Like now.