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My grandmother asked me to tell you she's sorry by Fredrik Backman. Finished, with a few tears on my part, and some low-key odd ableism on the author's part (not naming the 'boy with the syndrome', ever? Really?), and some tiny puzzlements, but still satisfying and I'm glad I read it. Was very similar to Extremely loud and extremely close from some years back, but I liked it much, much better. It felt like it was much less about making a Grand Point, and more about telling a cosy story about a group of people.
Strange waters Samantha Mills. OH GOD. So each year I mean to do at least some reading of the works rounded up by Asking the wrong question's Abigail Nussbaum as Hugo nominations in time to actually add my nomination. This year at least, I got around to reading one or two at all, never mind the long-past deadline *cough*. But HOLY GOD, I hope this short story made it. (ETA: sad it didn't, but so it goes) I love time travel stories So Much, as a preface, and this one both mashed my buttons and is also, I think, devastating in its own right. 6000 or so words and highly recced.
Currently reading:
Spindle's end by Robin McKinley. Despite my frustrations with Beauty, the things I loved about it were enough to sway me into picking up the next available (to me) one. I'd actually read the first page a few times over the last few years, and kept bouncing off it for whatever reason, but apparently cosy domestic magic is 1000% what I'm about right now, because yup here for needing to de-magic your teakettle and asking bread to stay bread, very much. A hundred or so pages in and it strikes me as a deeply leisurely read, and one that I don't wan to rush through for the sake of having read it, so I'm putting it aside for a few months probably because...
Up next:
Clearing the decks because the Hugos are here! The Hugos are here!
My grandmother asked me to tell you she's sorry by Fredrik Backman. Finished, with a few tears on my part, and some low-key odd ableism on the author's part (not naming the 'boy with the syndrome', ever? Really?), and some tiny puzzlements, but still satisfying and I'm glad I read it. Was very similar to Extremely loud and extremely close from some years back, but I liked it much, much better. It felt like it was much less about making a Grand Point, and more about telling a cosy story about a group of people.
Strange waters Samantha Mills. OH GOD. So each year I mean to do at least some reading of the works rounded up by Asking the wrong question's Abigail Nussbaum as Hugo nominations in time to actually add my nomination. This year at least, I got around to reading one or two at all, never mind the long-past deadline *cough*. But HOLY GOD, I hope this short story made it. (ETA: sad it didn't, but so it goes) I love time travel stories So Much, as a preface, and this one both mashed my buttons and is also, I think, devastating in its own right. 6000 or so words and highly recced.
Currently reading:
Spindle's end by Robin McKinley. Despite my frustrations with Beauty, the things I loved about it were enough to sway me into picking up the next available (to me) one. I'd actually read the first page a few times over the last few years, and kept bouncing off it for whatever reason, but apparently cosy domestic magic is 1000% what I'm about right now, because yup here for needing to de-magic your teakettle and asking bread to stay bread, very much. A hundred or so pages in and it strikes me as a deeply leisurely read, and one that I don't wan to rush through for the sake of having read it, so I'm putting it aside for a few months probably because...
Up next:
Clearing the decks because the Hugos are here! The Hugos are here!
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