I love small conventions because I always end up with new additions to my list of things I really want to read. This was one of the books I picked up as a direct result.

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In the effort to break away from the overwhelming US/European cultural trend that runs rampant through so much of fantasy, I decided to start expanding my reading to a more diverse set of authors. I decided to start with Who Fears Death by Nnedi Okorafor.

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I don't really have any cute stories about why I picked The House of Discarded Dreams
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This is one of those books where I have utterly no idea what possessed me to pick it up. No one explicitly recommended it to me. I don't even remember what I was thinking when I walked up to the register to pay for it. Now that I've read Paladin of Souls
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Having been left off in a rather disconcerting cliffhanger from the previous book in this series (City of Dreams & Nightmare
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I'm not entirely sure why I picked this book up. I can't remember if it was because I liked the concept of the setting or what, but I am glad that I did.

( Plot is )

Among the stack of unread books I have dubbed "random stuff that people have more or less tossed at me" was Pegasus by Robin McKinley. It promptly got shifted to the "next in queue" when one of my friends recommended it to me.

( A story as soft and as pleasant as eiderdown. )

 And so, buzzed by the sweet taste of fruity yerba mate tea, I continue with the section by section look at Mogworld.

Shhh... spoilers!

( All they want is to look at brains. )

So as is my usual strategy when going to Comicon, I made sure to get a hold of some of the books offered there. Some of them I give away to people I think will like them, others I read and then give away and still others I keep. When one's carrying capacity is somewhat limited and the day is full to the brim with distractions (I kept seeing copies ( Read more... )

Recently I mentioned to a few people at Comicon that I don't like urban fantasy all that much anymore.They took a bit of umbrage at that. Something about how it's wonderful that there are all these authors making all of these neat stories that everyone likes and that sell really well. I feel a rant coming on...

( Wherin the recessive, diseased tropes become clearer )