Philip Reeve - Larklight
*KEYBOARDSMASH*
memlu was right, Larklight is fantastic. It's like...Firefly meets Victorian England meets PIRATES and it has the niftiest illustrations ever. And it fits in my bag, so I've been reading it on my lunch breaks. Today I was very pleased to learn that I share a birthday with Captain Jack Havock (and what is it about the name Captain Jack that makes a character unfailingly awesome?). Speaking of: birthday, shit, I'm only a teenager for one more week! I should go out and do something irresponsible and reckless to make up for my total lack thereof as yet.
Larklight quote:
Among my mother's books I had once discovered a volume of stories by a gentleman named Mr Poe, who lives in Her Majesty's American colonies. There was one, The Premature Burial, which gave me nightmares for weeks after I read it, and I remember thinking that there could be no fate more horrible than to be buried alive, and wondering what kind of deranged and sickly mind could have invented such a tale. But as I lay there immobilised in a jar on the wrong side of the Moon with only a ravening caterpillar for company I realised that Mr Poe was actually quite a cheery, light-hearted sort of chap, and that his story had been touchingly optimistic.
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Mem, you wrote fic, right? WHERE IS IT?
memlu was right, Larklight is fantastic. It's like...Firefly meets Victorian England meets PIRATES and it has the niftiest illustrations ever. And it fits in my bag, so I've been reading it on my lunch breaks. Today I was very pleased to learn that I share a birthday with Captain Jack Havock (and what is it about the name Captain Jack that makes a character unfailingly awesome?). Speaking of: birthday, shit, I'm only a teenager for one more week! I should go out and do something irresponsible and reckless to make up for my total lack thereof as yet.
Larklight quote:
Among my mother's books I had once discovered a volume of stories by a gentleman named Mr Poe, who lives in Her Majesty's American colonies. There was one, The Premature Burial, which gave me nightmares for weeks after I read it, and I remember thinking that there could be no fate more horrible than to be buried alive, and wondering what kind of deranged and sickly mind could have invented such a tale. But as I lay there immobilised in a jar on the wrong side of the Moon with only a ravening caterpillar for company I realised that Mr Poe was actually quite a cheery, light-hearted sort of chap, and that his story had been touchingly optimistic.
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Mem, you wrote fic, right? WHERE IS IT?