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I don't spend much time anywhere online anymore besides scrolling mindlessly through IG when I should be writing. Executive Freeze or whatever it's called is a real.

This year, I've been reading small bites. Aiming to hit that 20 book goal by year's end, but also unwilling to expend the energy on things that are calorie lite. They have their place and sometimes they hit the spot, but this year I've been ... not interested. But here are the things that I have read this year! And mostly loved! Kelley Armstrong's Hemlock Island was the only flat out no. I did speed my way through the audiobook, but I finished it and it was ... insane and just ... No.

Everything else I read this year! Top Notch, Chef's Kiss. LOVED!!!

(sorted most recent at the top)

15 A Song for Quiet - Cassandra Khaw
14 We Used to Live Here - Marcus Kliewer
13 Don't Fear the Reaper - Stephen Graham Jones
12 What Moves the Dead - T. Kingfisher
11 Hide - Kiersten White
10 The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue - V.E. Schwab
9 Wild and Precious: A Celebration of Mary Oliver - various
8 Six-Gun Snow White - Cathyrenne Valente
7 Hemlock Island - Kelley Armstrong
6 The Spite House - Johnny Compton
5 Book of Night - Holly Black
4 Come Tumbling Down - Seanan McGuire
3 The Ballad of Black Tom - Victor LaValle
2 Beneath the Sugar Sky - Seanan McGuire
1 Hogfather - Terry Pratchett

DNF'd:
* The Parable of the Sower - Octavia Butler
* House of the Sleeping Beauties - Yasunari Kawabata

On the List of Things with a Bookmark in Them:
* The Searcher - Tana French
* Salem's Lot - Stephen King (goal is to finish this for October)
* Perdido Street Station - China Mieville
* A Song of Fire and Ice - George R.R. Martin
* Strange the Dreamer - Laini Taylor
* The Foretelling - Alice Hoffman
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Guys.

I've fallen in love with Tamsyn Muir.

I know. I know. I fall in love at least once a year. It's a song or a movie or a book and, well, yeah, maybe I'm fickle, but guys! It's always true.

Last night, I finished Harrow the Ninth, the sequel to Gideon the Ninth (which I read back in June).

I adored almost everything about it. Both of them. Kick ass lady necromancer heroes, being petty and bad ass. I love Gideon is so much awkwardness and muscle and how Harrowhark is mean and confident and wicked intelligent. I love how co-dependent and toxic they are. Tamsyn has me INVESTED in these two. She's got me committed! The world building is intricate and specific. The writing is cheeky and chatty and intense and elegant.

Harrow the Nonth is partially written in 2nd person and it does a really unique thing. It forces you to pay attention and unwind the story to try and figure out what is happening because guess what? You are not the YOU who is being told this story. It's a whole puzzle and I am totally HERE for it. The pettiness of humanity, how you should really never meet your heroes, and how even God is a lie because people are fallible.

Definitely not for every one. I think you really have to have a yen for epic, space opera fantasies filled with bones and the threat of Armageddon. And don't expect a linear story, tied neatly at the end with a bow. Muir does not write that. She really doesn't tell you more than you need to know at one time. She expects you to work for you endings and, again, LOVE. I'm taking something from that. Working to trim my excessiveness in writing, I'm committing to a return to my fanfic roots where I kinda didn't care if you got all of it or not.

I've found that, some people want you to spoon feed them EVERYTHING and some people don't. I'm in the don't camp and, there's an audience for that. I'm one of those kinds of readers.
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Scott Westerfeld announced the release of Imposters, a new book in the Uglies series on sale September 11th. To that I say, hells yeah!!!!!

"Since the Uglies books came out, countless fans have told me how reading the series changed them. These conversations have in turn changed me. All that fan fiction, art, and critique has enlarged the Uglies world in my head, making it messier and more real. So when the idea for IMPOSTORS struck, it was time to apply everything you’ve taught me.

The original Uglies books were about revolution. But overthrowing an oppressive regime is just the start. What happens next? History is full of revolutions that falter, rebels who wind up becoming what they fought against. The question “what next” kept hitting me—especially given everything happening in our own reality. So I decided to return to the world of Uglies and find new heroes ready to take up Tally Youngblood’s revolution.

IMPOSTORS is about one of those heroes, Frey of Shreve, trying to find the truth of herself in a world where almost everything is false.

Hope you enjoy it."
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With an hour drive each way to and from home, I've opted for e-books to break the monotony of re-cycled news reports and the five popular songs that are on constant pop rotation. My first attempt didn't go so well. I was enjoying Stephen King's Doctor Sleep, but the majority of my drive happens in the dark and I was getting creeped out. Enter V for Vendetta. It was an awesome week of commuting. Read by Simon Vance, the man with the voice of gold, V for Vendetta was rich, complex, exciting, and haunting. Vance's reading was incredibly nuanced and captivating. I found myself looking forward to my commute every morning and every evening.

The story was compelling and the build-up was complex enough to keep me interested. The story of V, who he was and how he came to be was a little vague and buried, but interesting all the same. I liked him as a character. He was as unlikeable as he was fascinating. Equal parts good and bad, as much a villian as a hero. Sometimes I didn't know how to feel about him and that made him all the more interesting. The ending was bittersweet and inevitable. But Steven Vance made the story.
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Is there a character full of as much shit as Humbert Humbert? If you’ve never read (or listened to a reading of) Lolita, it’s easy to be dismissive. It is, after all, the memoir of a manipulative, self-aggrandizing pedophile who kidnaps and serially rapes his 12 year old step daughter. Lolita is, also, a gorgeous piece of writing. The story itself is supposed to be as difficult and impossible and exactly as off-putting as it is. Humbert Humbert is an unreliable narrator at best; a weak, delusional, loathsome, narcissistic character in reality. That Nabokov is able to pull this book off is a wonder and feat of creative and technical genius.

Nabakov illuminates the hateful, selfish, sinister Humbert using language and prose that Humbert thinks is a testament of his love for young Dolores Haze (aka Dolly, Lo, Lolita). I was simultaneously repelled and enthralled. The technical skill and execution lays out an impossibly disgusting tale of blind, unrepentant, obsession. Nabakov uses language and word play and builds a tyrant of a character who controls the entire narrative. We can’t believe anything that Humbert says because Humbert is telling the story and is completely incapable of seeing beyond himself. But Nabakov writes in such a way that it becomes very obvious, very early on, that Humbert isn’t what he seems and that all the ways that he wants the reader to be sympathetic are exactly the ways that we readers will come to loathe and despise him.

The only insight that we get into the other characters, Dolly/Lolita being the most important and most obscured, are through small, marked moments that Humbert is incapable of dissecting in any way that is negative to himself or self-revelatory to the kind of person that he really is. Of course, Nabakov sets the reader up to see exactly those things. Of course, and as some of the reviews indicate, there are still some people who are completely unaware of how the novel works. And that it is intentionally as distancing as it is. Let me say emphatically: Lolita is NOT a love story. Humbert Humbert is NOT a character to be sympathized with and the author does NOT intend that you do so. To feel sympathy for Humbert is to ignore all the clues and cues left behind. That he kidnapped and raped a 12 year old child and proceeded to hold her hostage and manipulate her for two years. There is nothing redeeming about Humbert, not even the empty murder of Claire Quilty at the novel’s close. Quilty’s murder, as per usual, has everything to do with Humbert and the loss of what he felt was his own possession, his Lolita. It’s about jealousy, pure and simple. And in the only glimmer of real insight, it is sometime before he heads off in search of Quilty that Humbert realizes and admits that he knows next to nothing about Dolores Haze and that in the course of relaying the events of the last five years he has conveniently forgotten or left out parts of the story.

It is amazing to me that the term Lolita has gained any real traction in modern usages because the Lolita, as defined and articulated by Humbert, is a fiction. She does not exist. Humbert has made her completely up. It’s very clear to the reader, but to Humbert, well, he is as clueless as they come.

I don’t think I would have made it through this novel if anyone else besides Jeremy Irons had been reading it. It was artistically, a gorgeous affair; however, the actual content of the story (its technical genius notwithstanding) is quite unsavory and very disturbing. Still, Irons made it a compelling read and he performed Humbert so well that it set my teeth, very often, on edge. I pulled one star for no other reason than that Humbert, who loves to hear himself ramble, drove me out of my tree quite a few times spouting pointless drivel and nonsense. I suppose I should add that star back because, really, that’s quite the point of who this character is. No one else matters except himself. Even the demented illusion of love that he claims to feel for Dolly has nothing to do with her and everything to do with his fantasy of the Lolita.
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* Yahoo! News -- Cuomo to announce settlement with lenders

I wasn't aware of the student loan ... I don't know what to call it ... scandal until this morning. It's incredibly disturbing, to say the very least. I am also deeply concerned because I attended NYU. So the question is, when did all of this go down and how do I find out.


* [livejournal.com profile] yhlee is having interesting thoughts about Lindsey as Wesley in AtS. I don't have deep thoughts to offer but I am particularly drawn to this:

Angel takes Wesley in and models redemption for him (cf. "Five by Five" and "Redemption"). Angel takes Lindsey in temporarily and abandons him to his fate, allowing Holland Manners to bind Lindsey even more closely to Wolfram & Hart. (Really truly, I wrote Itineraries because Angel's treatment of Lindsey frustrated me so much, and I wanted to explore an alternate possibility.)

My Questions )

* By way of [livejournal.com profile] yhlee -- [livejournal.com profile] oracne on writing:

The way to find out? Is to write. To try out that other pov and see if it works better. Also, to do what I did long ago with another project, and write some scenes out of order, to take out the stress of trying to find the ideal opening scene. Also, to overcome the fear of starting again. Because it is fear, every time. The fear of will this be any good? And every time, it must be overcome.

I'm trying to make it to the other side of the bridge )

* [livejournal.com profile] greygirlbeast is righteously indignant. Having just finished, and thoroughly enjoyed, the book in question I don't blame her. The reviewer has got things ass backwards. I don't care for using profanities like crazy but if it makes sense, if it "sounds" right for the character and for the story then it never bothers me. I never even noticed it in Daughter of Hounds because it was organic to the characters, if that makes sense. If it hadn't rung true then it would have jarred me out of the story. Never once, not one damn time was I ever jarred out of that story. Kiernan has a way about her. She's that writer that I want to become. When I grow up one day, if I drink all my milk, eat all of my spinach, maybe I'll be half as talented.

ETA That review was BAD. And I don't mean bad because she didn't like the book, but bad because it's just very, very, very poorly written. A poorly written review of an excellent novel ... that's just so wrong. If you're going to pan a book can you at least pay it the respect of writing a decent review of it, get it grammar and spell checked won't you!! Especially if you're doing it on the scale of something like Book Fetish. I'm just sayin'.

* Finally, National Poetry Month continues with ee cummings )
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I just completed Scott Westerfeld's YA trilogy Uglies, Pretties, and Specials. They were a really fun read, although I can't say how much I loved the ending of Specials. I need to ruminate on it a bit. It was a little disappointing and part of that is because I very much wanted a Happy Ever After ending. Specials definitely does not give us that and I need to think a little more and sort out my thoughts before I talk anymore about it.

But, what these books did leave me with is an interest in the body as read through ideas of a utopian or dystopian future. How is the body understood or re-imagined to fit in with the philosophical changes in a future society? How is the body re-created, alienated or mechanized? How do those changes/differences reflect the interior ideas of the new society; do they? Are the physical adjustments representative of mental/intellectual changes? Westerfeld deliberately connects the changes in the physical body with changes in the mind. The physical differences between Uglies, Pretties and Specials are markers for the differences in the way that they understand and interact with the world. Within the individual 'types' there are also subdivisions that further finesse those pre-determined thought processes and their social ramifications.

The Future Body (spoilers for Scott Westerfeld's Uglies trilogy) )
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[livejournal.com profile] yuki_onna reviews Stephanie Bolster's White Stone: the Alice Poems.

Included is a most excellent poem from the book. Portrait of Alice with Persephone
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New layout up at Essential-Imperfect. I've decided to make it strictly a site collective/hub for the rest of my sites. All of which I've closed with the exception of Excess, Folly and Delight. I will, however, be opening three new sites.

In other news: Neil Gaiman's Stardust was a sweet read. Not his best work but enjoyable. I have to admit to a preference for the the complex darkness of American Gods and Neverwhere, and the chilling simplicity of Coraline. Still, it was fun and someone at work is loaning me the Sandman Graphic Novels so there is that as well.
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I have been reading. Lots of things. I realize that I miss reading muchly. A book a day isn't that difficult when you love it.

In a strange twist of fate, I've become rather obsessed with Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Blake and Meredith Gentry books. It's a curious occurance and I'm still not quite sure what to make of it. I'll have to ponder. In the meantime . . .

I need to buy cat food. My cat keeps pushing her bowl out into the middle of the floor and looking at me, reminding me that it is empty and I am being sorely neglectful. I better leave now before she starts pushing her claws into my bare feet.

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