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aaahhh Finally getting back in the saddle, so to speak. Not putting – or trying not to put – pressure on myself to post these regularly, just when I have the cope. So!
Finished reading:
The thousand doors of January by Alix E. Harrow. January is a biracial girl in early 1900s England and Europe, who discovers she can write her desires into existence. I loved this. It was luscious and almost overwritten and I ate every word. It ends somewhat rushed, but I also loved one of the closing paragraphs so much that I took a photo of it before I returned it to the library. It’s on my Hugo nomination ballot, even, such as that is.
Cleaning sucks! by Rachel Hoffman. This was what I expected her first book was going to be: a well-laid out, nicely graphically designed colour interior journal about getting on top of your mess. It's a little light on the psychological nitty-gritty details in favour of concept lists, maybe, but if you're willing to take it on, maybe with a blank journal for feelings unburdening alongside it, then strongly recced.
Currently reading:
The last unicorn by Peter S. Beagle. Has been on my vague wanna list for forever. I’m surprised at how dark it is so far, honestly, but thoroughly, if slowly, enjoying it.
ETA: The writing is so skilled and occasionally catch-my-breath amazing. I’d expected to adore Molly Grue based on this gifset, and I came to like her, but it was Schmendrick – his bumbling, low-level ineptness as he just tries to keep his head down and stay out of trouble – that was the unexpected star for me. It's such a dark tale, with the carnival – the harpy was genuinely unsettling – and the cursed Hagsgate. It's impressively dark, actually. Also charmingly meta, and with what feels like unsettling pokes at people in current time to stand up and Do Something.
It's also taking me approx. triple the amount of time I thought it would take to read it. I'm butting up against a renewal notice from the library, and that's on a three week loan. I'm terrible at quitting a book once I'm over 100 or so pages in (pretty good about the "you have 50 pages to interest me, book. Go!") but once I'm past that point, slogging onwards apparently it is, especially if there are flashes of wonder in there. Nearly there, but wow.
Up next:
The goblin emperor by Katherine Addison. I've heard many people adore this one, and I'm interested to give it a proper go. I'm feeling so small and tired at the moment, though, and I'm sort of apprehensive.
Finished reading:
The thousand doors of January by Alix E. Harrow. January is a biracial girl in early 1900s England and Europe, who discovers she can write her desires into existence. I loved this. It was luscious and almost overwritten and I ate every word. It ends somewhat rushed, but I also loved one of the closing paragraphs so much that I took a photo of it before I returned it to the library. It’s on my Hugo nomination ballot, even, such as that is.
Cleaning sucks! by Rachel Hoffman. This was what I expected her first book was going to be: a well-laid out, nicely graphically designed colour interior journal about getting on top of your mess. It's a little light on the psychological nitty-gritty details in favour of concept lists, maybe, but if you're willing to take it on, maybe with a blank journal for feelings unburdening alongside it, then strongly recced.
Currently reading:
The last unicorn by Peter S. Beagle. Has been on my vague wanna list for forever. I’m surprised at how dark it is so far, honestly, but thoroughly, if slowly, enjoying it.
ETA: The writing is so skilled and occasionally catch-my-breath amazing. I’d expected to adore Molly Grue based on this gifset, and I came to like her, but it was Schmendrick – his bumbling, low-level ineptness as he just tries to keep his head down and stay out of trouble – that was the unexpected star for me. It's such a dark tale, with the carnival – the harpy was genuinely unsettling – and the cursed Hagsgate. It's impressively dark, actually. Also charmingly meta, and with what feels like unsettling pokes at people in current time to stand up and Do Something.
It's also taking me approx. triple the amount of time I thought it would take to read it. I'm butting up against a renewal notice from the library, and that's on a three week loan. I'm terrible at quitting a book once I'm over 100 or so pages in (pretty good about the "you have 50 pages to interest me, book. Go!") but once I'm past that point, slogging onwards apparently it is, especially if there are flashes of wonder in there. Nearly there, but wow.
Up next:
The goblin emperor by Katherine Addison. I've heard many people adore this one, and I'm interested to give it a proper go. I'm feeling so small and tired at the moment, though, and I'm sort of apprehensive.