I feel like others may appreciate this, from my current read:

"When you are in the middle of a story it isn't a story at all, but only a confusion; a dark roaring, a blindness, a wreckage of shattered glass and splintered wood; like a house in a whirlwind, or else a boat crushed by the icebergs or swept over the rapids, and all aboard powerless to stop it. It's only afterwards that it becomes anything like a story at all. When your are telling it, to yourself or to someone else."

So true.

I like the idea that a lot of our cognition is turning things (events, sensory inputs, whatever) into stories. That that's kind of what being human is all about.

Mary Stewart's mysteries are finally available in digital format. There is joy in the world.

Yes! Massive download in my future!

Gorgeous covers

And they all seem to be on sale at the moment, so more Yay!

My mom had so many of those. I remember reading the titles on her bookshelf. Touch Not the Cat sounded fascinating to me.

I was afraid to re-read them, because I loved them as a kid, but they're still good, and I catch more of of the subplots now. I also highly recommend Jane Aiken Hodge. I like this genre of romantic thriller where the woman does a lot of self-rescuing but has a nice strong man around to do whatever hitting is necessary. (I never claimed to be above such things)

Is Jane Aiken Hodge related to Joan Aiken?

I don't think so, I've wondered that before.

They are sisters. [link] With a brother John! Three kids, two consonants!