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some day reading
Jul. 5th, 2013 12:35 pmCurrent: Sheri Tepper's Mavin series, still notable for the best rape metaphor/explanation ever.
Still Heart of Thomas, because it's kind of boring. I am a bad manga fan.
Recent: In a victory for authors on social media, Cold Steel by Kate Elliott: I'd have read it when I saw it but went specifically to get it instead, because I read her blog. Yay for the further adventures of Cat and Bee!
Zombies vs. Unicorns friendthology*, which I was actually really impressed with. Still got no patience for Cassie Clare, but just about everything else was good. Alaya Johnson's was notably badass, though I am biased by the surfeit of Joy Division references.
* i.e., the editors had all their friends write things; I don't know most of them myself.
Bridget Zinn's Poison, which should have been better than it was. I acknowledge it would have been hard to live up to the front-cover blurb, "Can she save the world with a piglet?" But I wanted a lot more magic-geeking and introspection, and, while the fact that it was told largely in flashbacks makes sense for the nature of the story, they could've been done better.
Next up: Neil Gaiman's The Ocean at the End of the Lane. Wim and I went to see him at Town Hall as part of the Clarion West instructor talks, because he's always such an amazing reader, and were shocked to find a local performer we can never catch on purpose, Jason Webley. He did three songs, one about Morpheus, one about a giraffe, and one I really liked about being the banks of a river. Neil Gaiman read a chunk of Ocean, then took some audience questions (if he were a god, he would be a kind god who gives you an extra day when deadlines attack), then read part of his forthcoming children's book about a dad having adventures in spacetime on his way home from the corner store.
Still Heart of Thomas, because it's kind of boring. I am a bad manga fan.
Recent: In a victory for authors on social media, Cold Steel by Kate Elliott: I'd have read it when I saw it but went specifically to get it instead, because I read her blog. Yay for the further adventures of Cat and Bee!
Zombies vs. Unicorns friendthology*, which I was actually really impressed with. Still got no patience for Cassie Clare, but just about everything else was good. Alaya Johnson's was notably badass, though I am biased by the surfeit of Joy Division references.
* i.e., the editors had all their friends write things; I don't know most of them myself.
Bridget Zinn's Poison, which should have been better than it was. I acknowledge it would have been hard to live up to the front-cover blurb, "Can she save the world with a piglet?" But I wanted a lot more magic-geeking and introspection, and, while the fact that it was told largely in flashbacks makes sense for the nature of the story, they could've been done better.
Next up: Neil Gaiman's The Ocean at the End of the Lane. Wim and I went to see him at Town Hall as part of the Clarion West instructor talks, because he's always such an amazing reader, and were shocked to find a local performer we can never catch on purpose, Jason Webley. He did three songs, one about Morpheus, one about a giraffe, and one I really liked about being the banks of a river. Neil Gaiman read a chunk of Ocean, then took some audience questions (if he were a god, he would be a kind god who gives you an extra day when deadlines attack), then read part of his forthcoming children's book about a dad having adventures in spacetime on his way home from the corner store.
