A list of things before I die (a.k.a. my bucket list).

Bucket lists have always interested me. I’ve never really understood why they were called bucket lists, though.  I guess it’s because it’s things you wanna do before you kick the bucket??  Seems a little weird to me, but you know, English is pretty weird that way.  I’ve taken to calling them bucket lists now, though, because it’s what everyone else seems to know them as, and it’s just easier than explaining why you hate the name every time you use it.

Anyways, so I’ve had one made long before I knew what they were called, and even now, I continue to add to it.  I think I was nine years old when I first started writing down the list I’d been keeping in my head for as long as I could remember.  Some items have never changed (hug a panda, see the northern lights, learn to surf), while others have been added as soon as I discovered it was possible to do them or that they existed (swim with sharks, write a book, walk the Skywalk at the Grand Canyon).

Thankfully, I’ve crossed a few off my list: I’ve climbed a volcano, visited Las Vegas and the Grand Canyon, camped at Bruce Peninsula National Park, climbed a pyramid (well, technically a ziggurat, but I’m not gonna be picky).

I figured I’d list a few here for you all, in case you need some inspiration.  Of course, there’s other, less photo-friendly items on my list, like write a novel, learn a new language, see a broadway play, spend the night in a haunted house, learn to drive standard, and visit all 50 states.  Plus, you know, ride a hot air balloon, swim with dolphins, go horseback riding, go paragliding, see the Sphinx…. you get the point, I’m sure.

So there you go.  I’m sure I’ll come up with others as time goes by, and hopefully I’ll get to knock some off my list soon.  I’m hoping that within the next year I can go horseback riding and maybe ziplining or skydiving.  I wanted to get cliff jumping out the of the way, but instead I jumped off a high ledge inside a cave, which I’m not sure counts as a cliff.  And next year, a trip for sure.  Maybe Machu Picchu and the Inca Trail??  Maybe Comic Con in San Diego??  Or maybe I’ll just buy a pair of Louboutin leather boots (and/or sparkly stilettos).  I’d so love that!!

What’s on your bucket list??

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JK Rowling outed as author of crime novel

jk-rowling-cuckoos-callingAs I’m sure many of you have heard, this weekend it was unearthed that J.K. Rowling, beloved author of the amazing Harry Potter series, had written another book – and no one knew about it!!

Written under the pseudonym of Robert Galbraith, the detective tale The Cuckoo’s Calling  had sold a small number of hard cover copies.  And although it had received favourable reviews, it had not hit any best-seller lists and was generally ignored by the public.

Rowling has admitted that she is indeed the writer and that she’d hoped to keep her identity secret for a while longer.

“Being Robert Galbraith has been such a liberating experience,” she said in a statement to the Times.  “It has been wonderful to publish without hype and expectation and pure pleasure to get feedback under a different name.”

The book has gone from unnoticed to instant best-seller, and retailers are struggling to meet the demand.  Cuckoo’s publisher, Little Brown, has ordered a second printing of 300,000 copies.

The story follows Cormoran Strike, a war veteran turned private detective investigating the mysterious death of a model who fell from her balcony.  A second book is in the works for 2014, making me hopeful that this is a new series that will have many, many books.

To be honest, I hadn’t heard anything about this book, or this author, before it was discovered Rowling was the real writer.  Having obtained an e-copy, I’m excited to start reading it as soon as I can!!  Of course, I’d like to finish World War Z by Max Brooks first, but as soon as that’s done, I’ll be giving Cuckoo’s a read.  I’ll let you know what I think as soon as I’m done!!