this post contains no spoilers, unless you are reading it in 2008.
the demon's lexicon by sarah rees brennan: i actually resisted these for a while, but people kept telling me how awesome they were and how intense the relationship between the brothers was. (everyone in the world knows my weak spots.) butttt i was not a fan. the writing was eh, the story was eh, the brothers were actually TOO codependent, the surprise twist was not very surprising, and i didn't like any of the characters all that much. i was reading this and thinking about how much more of a badass black john is than black arthur when i heard the announcement about the secret circle getting a tv show. :| i should just call some producers and give them a list of all the other shit i was obsessed with when i was 15 so they can sell it all to the next generation at once. (seriously you guys, the vampire diaries tv show is not the book series i fell in love with, i'm sure the secret circle tv show won't make my heart grow three sizes, the new last vampire book felt like a slap in the face... CAN WE ALL JUST AGREE TO LEAVE MY OBSESSIONS ALONE NOW? if someone fucks up ash redfern next, we are going to have a serious issue.)
ice by sarah beth durst: loved this! i loved cassie, because she's amazing and strong and fierce and brilliant. this is a retelling of a nordic fairy tale (east of the sun, west of the moon) and is totally awesome. (also she marries a bear. apparently this is something i'm into now?)
fire by kristin cashore: brigannnnn, please be my fictional boyfriend! because lord knows i don't have enough of those! okay, as i stated on goodreads, i really don't remember graceling except that i mostly liked it. the story in fire was a little eh, but i fell in love with all of the characters so whatever.
fables volume 1 by bill willingham: either i'm getting better at reading graphic novels or this was really well-written. (it was probably the latter, but i'm going to give myself a little bit of credit anyway.)
now i'm reading the windup girl by paolo bacigalupi, cos that's what y'all voted for. it's gotten off to a slow start.
tv: i can't stop watching "the doctor's wife" and it's starting to interfere with other things, like watching this week's doctor who and also my sleep. (i watched the episode FOUR TIMES yesterday! once before work, once at work, and twice before i finally consented to turn the volume down and attempt to sleep.) i also only watched half of the supernatural finale, because the first episode was so boring that i couldn't even be bothered to click on the second one. ugh, tv.
semi-relatedly, i was watching some band of brothers again last week and i just have to say: i find this show very aurally satisfying. the gravel crunching and gear banging together just really works for me. (probably because i'm crazy.)
my chemical romance: i was super-late to the mcr party. i was reading fic and telling everyone gerard's secret giraffe shame months before i ever listened to them. thankfully, aren actually did something awesome at least once and sent me a bandom mix cd with "welcome to the black parade" on it, which was a total gamechanger. aaaaanyway, seeing them live brought me back to all those nights when i drove around blasting that song to make myself feel better about what a mess my life was. i know i don't really have the song to thank for that turning point, when i decided to stop freaking out and move in a new direction, but it feels like i do. seeing them play the song while i sang along at the top of my lungs with some of my best friends (who were the result of that new direction) felt right. also: frank iero in a fucking cardigan. HNNG.
ice by sarah beth durst: loved this! i loved cassie, because she's amazing and strong and fierce and brilliant. this is a retelling of a nordic fairy tale (east of the sun, west of the moon) and is totally awesome. (also she marries a bear. apparently this is something i'm into now?)
fire by kristin cashore: brigannnnn, please be my fictional boyfriend! because lord knows i don't have enough of those! okay, as i stated on goodreads, i really don't remember graceling except that i mostly liked it. the story in fire was a little eh, but i fell in love with all of the characters so whatever.
fables volume 1 by bill willingham: either i'm getting better at reading graphic novels or this was really well-written. (it was probably the latter, but i'm going to give myself a little bit of credit anyway.)
now i'm reading the windup girl by paolo bacigalupi, cos that's what y'all voted for. it's gotten off to a slow start.
tv: i can't stop watching "the doctor's wife" and it's starting to interfere with other things, like watching this week's doctor who and also my sleep. (i watched the episode FOUR TIMES yesterday! once before work, once at work, and twice before i finally consented to turn the volume down and attempt to sleep.) i also only watched half of the supernatural finale, because the first episode was so boring that i couldn't even be bothered to click on the second one. ugh, tv.
semi-relatedly, i was watching some band of brothers again last week and i just have to say: i find this show very aurally satisfying. the gravel crunching and gear banging together just really works for me. (probably because i'm crazy.)
my chemical romance: i was super-late to the mcr party. i was reading fic and telling everyone gerard's secret giraffe shame months before i ever listened to them. thankfully, aren actually did something awesome at least once and sent me a bandom mix cd with "welcome to the black parade" on it, which was a total gamechanger. aaaaanyway, seeing them live brought me back to all those nights when i drove around blasting that song to make myself feel better about what a mess my life was. i know i don't really have the song to thank for that turning point, when i decided to stop freaking out and move in a new direction, but it feels like i do. seeing them play the song while i sang along at the top of my lungs with some of my best friends (who were the result of that new direction) felt right. also: frank iero in a fucking cardigan. HNNG.