- How have I not read Elizabeth Moon's Once a Hero before? I actually had a paperback copy of it to match my ebook. It was kind of lovely. I didn't read the last two or first three of the series, because I am kind of burnt out on conspiracies and corruptions, but you guys! Awesome ladies of color fighting space pirates! Some of them awesome older ladies! Maybe skip Once a Hero if you have noncon issues (it's nongraphic and in the past); DEFINITELY skip the sequel if you do (still not very graphic, but there is a fuckton of it in a particular storyline).
- Bitter because everything I want to read comes out in March. Shelly Laurenston, Anne Bishop, Heidi Cullinan, seriously, EVERYTHING.
- Burn for Me by Ilona Andrews is fucking awesome, you guys. I put it off for a while because the description was super romance novel-y, but that was a mistake. There will definitely be a romance eventually, but this book was way more focused on "save the family business, catch the murdering narcissistic pyromage", which I am WAY more into. The worldbuilding is amazing, the badass mother and grandmother are amazing, the weird feral-cat weapon of mass destruction that is our (eventual!) romantic lead is amazing. RECOMMENDED.
- So I have been into Wen Spencer for a long time, and then I peaced out mid-Wolf Who Rules and never finished the series and now I'm thinking it may have just been bad timing, because I gave it another shot and I am fucking in. It may have been fear of an impending love triangle that made me bow out before? But it turns out elves have a whole poly setup that is much more comfortable for me. I should have trusted you, Wen Spencer! I am sorry. Now give me more books, because I have a lot of feelings. Like, a whole fuckton of feelings about the nature documentary sideplot in particular, and about Pittsburgh in general.
But seriously, that short story about the morning show: I would read a whole fucking book. I would buy the eArc of that book, and tell all my friends, and please please give me that book.
Also, what the fuck is going to happen to Tommy's forbidden baby? Also, am I crazy or did Stone Clan's resident nutbag do something seriously magical to his lady's baby? Also, I need Tinker to find out about her biosibs immediately. Seriously, WHAT IS UP with all the cliffhanger-y baby drama, I need so many answers/reaction shots.
- Speaking of Wen Spencer, Eight Million Gods is relevant to several people's interests: Nikki, a writer on the run from the controlling and powerful mother who has institutionalized her repeatedly (she has hypergraphia), finds out that her novel in progress - including the brutal murders - is actually happening. Set in Japan, it does some neat/horrifying stuff with mythology (the part where the mostly-villain burns out a succession of shrine maidens as insufficiently powerful vessels was pretty messed up) and with Nikki's powers/limitations.
- So I finally read all (well, all but book 10) of the Chronicles of Elantra and they were mostly good - A+ worldbuilding - but oh my god, do not read them in one go. By book 8, I was definitely losing patience with the climactic battle/epiphany scene - seriously, I will read your badass boss battle OR your intense emotional journey, stop mashing them together - and I hit the fucking wall with book 9. Which sucked, because that was potentially amazing, but the familiar + the ritual + the lost children + Kaylin's complete inability to prioritize "massive danger to multiple people if action isn't taken basically immediately" over "that person on the ground over there needs my help!"...I can't even. You needed to do those two at a time AT MOST.
Also, that is the creepiest fucking love triangle in the world. And somehow the immortal, unaging, sinister slumlord isn't the creepiest option! Because here is the thing with Severn: he is already in love with her at the beginning of the first book. Therefore, he either fell in love with her while CANONICALLY STALKING HER FROM THE SHADOWS FOR YEARS or SOMEHOW EVEN CREEPIER, fell in love with her WHEN SHE WAS THIRTEEN AND HE WAS EIGHTEEN, after being her BIG BROTHER/PSEUDO-PARENT SINCE SHE WAS FIVE. I am going all in for the slumlord, y'all, because what the sparkling fuck.
- For real, I want that Shelly Laurenston book so bad. I am super into her female characters, especially the nonhuman ones. For example, Blayne* is the perky, cheerful, matchmaking heroine in the series and yet it is completely believeable when she brutally murders a bunch of attempted kidnappers, because her mom got hunted when she was a kid, so her dad made sure she could defend herself! Also, female friendships! Female friendships that are more than convenient author-excuses for talkin' 'bout men! That are actually way more about roller derby and barhopping and dragracing and family and backing each other up!
*Of Beast Behaving Badly, which I was going to link, but 1) ick, the cover - Blayne's black and 2) eurgh, the description - he does not "shadow her around New York", she talks him into a coaching arrangement, and most importantly, Bo is 100% not "smooth-talking". IN THEIR FIRST INTERACTION, SHE IS CONVINCED HE IS A SERIAL KILLER. ( Reproduced behind the cut, because it is my favorite: )
Basically, Bo is like someone combined fandom!Sidney Crosby and the Hulk and it is pretty great for me, but 90% of the rest of the characters hate him, because somehow a laser focus on winning, a super intense commitment to scheduled routines, and the ability to hurl grown men across hockey rinks at whim do not net you a lot of fans. Just, you know, my unending love.
- I dipped back into some YA (nothing I hadn't read before) and watched some stuff and guys, I spend a lot of time just baffled by some of these high school experiences. Are school nurses really a common thing? I did three different school districts and they were never a thing.
And seriously, are most people getting sex ed? We never even got the basic health lecture about changing bodies or whatever that I keep seeing in stuff. I have LITERALLY never gotten a sex talk from ANYBODY. There was a "why are my boobs different sizes" conversation with my mom when I was seven or eight that she found hilarious and I found spectacularly unhelpful (my mom doesn't really have boobs), and an excruciating but thankfully brief explanation on menstruation from my dad's girlfriend in probably sixth grade, and that was IT.
My sex education has all come from you, Internet. And not the cool helpful version of you that includes Scarleteen. The porn you.
For everyone wincing at the screen right now, let me make it worse. I was definitely one of the better-informed girls at my school, because I did have the Internet, and privacy. Oh, and romance novels. There was a lot of unsafe sex at my high school, y'all, and at least some of it was not intended to be that way.
( Explanation/babble. )
( Straight to the recs. )
( Too Stupid to Live quote )
*AMANUENSIS WROTE A BOOK, Y'ALL. I literally shouted holy fuck when I read the author bio. I honestly can't remember who's fannishly out under their professional pseuds, so I'm leery to name names, but there are three or four just off my flist. It's like seeing a familiar author pop up in your new fandom, except superweird.
But, possbily relevant to your interests: How Transformers Have Sex by dunmurderin. Favorite quote? "Naturally, since Transformers was originally (and still is) a children's toyline/cartoon/comic series, we're probably never going to see anything more intimate than a kiss, but as with any other fandom, give fans an inch and we'll have people having sex on it."
Answer, by Bei Dao (translated from the Chinese by Donald Finkel)
Listen. I don't believe!
OK. You've trampled
a thousand enemies underfoot. Call me
a thousand and one.
Incantation, by Czeslaw Milosz (translated from the Polish by the author and Robert Pinsky)
Human reason is beautiful and invicible.
No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books,
No sentence of banishment can prevail against it.
Belfast Tune, by Joseph Brodsky (Stanzas 1 & 4 = 100% Buffy Summers, y/n?)
Here's a girl from a dangerous town.
She crops her dark hair short
so that less of her has to frown
when someone gets hurt.
Draft of a Modern Love Poem, by Tadeusz Rozewicz (translated from the Polish by Magnus J. Krynski & Robert A. Maguire)
the most tangible
description of bread
is a description of hunger
Song For Those Who Know, by Hans Magnus Enzensberger (translated from the German by the author and Michael Hamburger)
Something must be done right away
that much we know
but of course it's too soon to act
but of course it's too late in the day
oh we know
I Feel the Dead, by Sophia de Mello Breyner (translated from the Portugese by Ruth Fainlight)
But I have lost my being in so many beings,
Died my life so many times,
Kissed my ghosts so many times
Terence, This Is Stupid Stuff, by A.E. Housman
Oh many a peer of England brews
Livelier liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
Tommy, by Rudyard Kipling
Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?"
But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.
The Burning of Paper Instead of Children, by Adrienne Rich
knowledge of the oppressor
this is the oppressor's language
yet I need it to talk to you
Under a Certain Little Star, by Wislawa Szymborska (translated from the Polish by Magnus J. Krynski & Robert A. Maguire)
Accuse me not, O soul, of possessing you but seldom.
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond, by e.e. cummings
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility
The next poem typed up should be:
I hold your hand / with my eyes, / and a quiet, brave heart / sacrifices its wishes to you.
in the jonquil garden in Kadikoy Istanbul I kissed Marika / fresh almonds on her breath / I was seventeen / my heart on a swing touched the sky / I didn't know I loved flowers / friends sent me three red carnations in prison
We scream. / We dream of weeping, / but tears refuse our eyes. / We twist our necks / in zero hurricanes.
Sirhan know more than one language / Or one woman. He has a pass to leave the ocean / He has another to enter it, / He is a drop of blood looking for its wound.
Let me have an indecent dream. / Tolerate my tyranny / When I say, You're mine, you are mine! / Don't reproach me, beloved... / I even confess my eagerness to see / A thousand waves of passion / Drown you a thousand times.
I rented Generation Kill and I am, predictably, totally in love. Like, in love enough that I am debating over whether I can make a full list or if I should just throw together a prompt list and make up the difference with backlog. Or, hey, rent Band of Brothers and do a whole military docudrama theme. Whatever, I cannot plan rationally right now, there is zombie fic to be had. So I shall leave you with this:
Trombley: I didn't get to shoot no one, Sergeant.
Person: Awh, Trombley. Did your recruiting officer tell you you'd get to shoot people?
Trombley: Fuck yeah he did.
Person: See, Trombley asked about shooting people. I asked about pussy. Guy told me I get to go to Thailand and get all kinds of strange. What'd you ask about, Brad? Brad probably saw that TV commercial, the one with the knight who fucks up the dragon that turns into the Marine. 'Ooh-ooh, dress blues with a sword!' Haha! Fuckin' dress blues commercial, man. That got so many fucking guys. NOW look at us: Trombley hasn't killed anybody, I am a half a world away from good Thai pussy, and Colbert is out here rollin' around fuck-butt Iraq, hunting for dragons in a MOPP suit that smells like four days of piss and ball-sweat. You shoulda rolled into battle with a sword, Brad. That would have fuckin' rocked.
( Wow, I Read a Lot of Badfic )
( Nitpicking Isn't a Hobby, It's a Lifestyle )
I love Pepperidge Farms. They make awesome cookies. I would say they make the best, but I like my cookies fresh. They make the best packaged cookies!
Anyway. I was going through some files earlier and god but people make me cry sometimes, with their flagrant abuse of the English language.
Someday, there will be a whole big post about that. And also several posts of my random fannish musings, including my whole big ramble on how fandom is simultaneously the most prurient and most prudish thing ever.
But that comes later. For now, I will share a few quotes that made me cry, and then a few that made me smile.
( It Is To Cry )
( It Is To Laugh )
Wow, that is...a lot of cutting and pasting I just did.