[update] i r victorious! -- trans: the text message i sent out to friends;
From My Music Library:
[Nolitus] | [Nolitus Pi (remix)]
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You know that Noey has gone off the deep end (read: is as desperate as desperate can get) when she finds herself complaining in previously comfortable 4-inch high heels, due to her complete and utter stubbornness in giving up on the idea of owning the (thus far) 4-book set of naominovik's Temeraire series. Now. As in, like -- last week.
I spent the entire afternoon yesterday scouring Makati. Took the train after work (dismal weather, really, I didn't have an umbrella), went to Glorietta, all but turned National Bookstore upside-down (went there first and then again before I went home), descended like an avenging angel upon Powerbooks (yes, both of them), and pleaded at Bibliarch and at Rustan's A Different Bookstore.
(It's ghastly, really, considering that I usually go to Makati to get everything I need. They. Had. Absolutely. No. Copies. I know it's that popular, but hullo??? oO;)
I honestly think I would have gone all the way to Greenbelt 1's NBS if I hadn't looked up at the sky, seen the foreboding color and texture of the clouds and decided that staying out late on this book-hunt wasn't the most practical thing, especially since I wasn't in sneakers.
><;
You'd think I'd give up, considering the unholy amount of cash I spent on my copies of 1-3 & 5 of Lian Hearn's Tales of the Otori + Caiseal Mor's The Raven Game--
(and yes, I know, I am redundant, sue me)
--but nuuuuuu. I decide, on a total whim that I would head up to Shangrila (it's a mall, one that people rarely frequent, really as you might guess by the name) under the notion that nobody goes there to check out the stocks at National Bookstore anyway, I just. might. get. lucky.
And it has come to this:
I will never diss NBS ever again. It has never failed me, and it did not start now.
*flails*
(I was sputtering to Kam the whole time last night; it is inhumane to not have stocks, I tell you.)
I got book 2-4 in Shang... and then flailed like a madwoman and gave in completely to getting my butt back on the train, stopping at the next station (I know it's walkable, but I do not like to play patintero with the cars in the crossing between Shang and Mega, no thank you) to go down their obscene flight of stairs (because as far as I can see, they do not have an elevator and it was more than 50 steps -- in one straight line ><;) to head into Powerbooks ("We don't stock that book, ma'am" --WTF?!), to NBS where I finally found His Majesty's Dragon.
I repeat: I will never diss lose faith in NBS ever again.
They were my first bookstore, and they have remained loyal (cue: soaring epic-type music here) despite being known more for their supplies than their specialty books.
><;
Oh and have I mentioned that I am still, by the by, struggling to get used to the thought that I have essentially just blown a little over 3K on books? I am willing to bet that if my bank account could talk, it would gape at me and sputter in disbelief -- but despite all that, I'm actually really, really happy.
*huffs* Books are a longtime love. They rarely ever disappoint.
And while there are several volumes upstairs that I have no so much as touched (despite the hype I have never opened the copy of Dr. Strange & Mr. Norrell -- the same one Kam gave me as a Christmas present I think, almost two years ago; there are others too... must remedy that), I now realize that I am going to make it my personal mission to go through each and everyone -- I pray my brain does not implode.
*dances*
I honestly, seriously love these books. :) I'm not as huge a history buff as Kam is (she beats me there, but it's infectious, I love listening to her ramble all about the stuff she's read), but there is a space in my heart for certain periods in history and everything that comes with it. Japan's Meiji Era, for one, and slightly before that (Tales of Otori), the years of the second World War, and yes, the period for Temeraire -- be it in Europe, Asia or America.
I don't talk about it much because my memory is faulty that way. Besides, I think I made too much room for what little I still retain of my fascination of ancient cultures (another subject I haven't lingered on in ages), and of course, the current acquisition of anything and everything that circles around Celtic and Celtic-influenced cultures. :)
Now, while not completely capable of listing a timeline (I am devouring as much as I can now though) and the intricacies of the particular period of Temeraire, I do try. I credit it all to Patrick O'Brien and what little that I've read of his at that.
To top it all off, I didn't pick it up initially because between me and my best friend, Kam is the dragon-lover. Even in Dragonlance, especially the stuff I know about Huma and Gwyneth, that's mostly because Nate rambled on and on about the story I more or less know it by heart. I am loathe to say I never finished it, having focused more on the Irda, the Wizards, and the Elves since I lean more to anything that is even remotely reminiscent of Fae/Fae constructs.
Actually, now that I give it some thought, the only time I was utterly fascinated by dragons was in Escaflowne. And they're rather fleeting there, except as prey to Van's people.
But Kam told me: it's Aubrey & Maturin meets dragon-riders. How could I possibly say no? Now I'm impossibly hooked. x3 I bounce at the thougt of the fifth book due out this year. It's fantasy but utterly grounded in fact. It's reenvisioning history and I *glee* like an utter loon.
/end babble
It's Friday tomorrow and I can't help but think that this week went by so quickly. I think I feel that way now because I accomplished something today. Chapter 14 went up this afternoon in my scraps on dA and I'm taking a breather to think through what new material I'm going to need to write.
In the meantime, I think it's time I paid a visit to some characters that need some love.
♥
[Nolitus] | [Nolitus Pi (remix)]
---
You know that Noey has gone off the deep end (read: is as desperate as desperate can get) when she finds herself complaining in previously comfortable 4-inch high heels, due to her complete and utter stubbornness in giving up on the idea of owning the (thus far) 4-book set of naominovik's Temeraire series. Now. As in, like -- last week.
I spent the entire afternoon yesterday scouring Makati. Took the train after work (dismal weather, really, I didn't have an umbrella), went to Glorietta, all but turned National Bookstore upside-down (went there first and then again before I went home), descended like an avenging angel upon Powerbooks (yes, both of them), and pleaded at Bibliarch and at Rustan's A Different Bookstore.
(It's ghastly, really, considering that I usually go to Makati to get everything I need. They. Had. Absolutely. No. Copies. I know it's that popular, but hullo??? oO;)
I honestly think I would have gone all the way to Greenbelt 1's NBS if I hadn't looked up at the sky, seen the foreboding color and texture of the clouds and decided that staying out late on this book-hunt wasn't the most practical thing, especially since I wasn't in sneakers.
><;
You'd think I'd give up, considering the unholy amount of cash I spent on my copies of 1-3 & 5 of Lian Hearn's Tales of the Otori + Caiseal Mor's The Raven Game--
(and yes, I know, I am redundant, sue me)
--but nuuuuuu. I decide, on a total whim that I would head up to Shangrila (it's a mall, one that people rarely frequent, really as you might guess by the name) under the notion that nobody goes there to check out the stocks at National Bookstore anyway, I just. might. get. lucky.
And it has come to this:
I will never diss NBS ever again. It has never failed me, and it did not start now.
*flails*
(I was sputtering to Kam the whole time last night; it is inhumane to not have stocks, I tell you.)
I got book 2-4 in Shang... and then flailed like a madwoman and gave in completely to getting my butt back on the train, stopping at the next station (I know it's walkable, but I do not like to play patintero with the cars in the crossing between Shang and Mega, no thank you) to go down their obscene flight of stairs (because as far as I can see, they do not have an elevator and it was more than 50 steps -- in one straight line ><;) to head into Powerbooks ("We don't stock that book, ma'am" --WTF?!), to NBS where I finally found His Majesty's Dragon.
I repeat: I will never diss lose faith in NBS ever again.
They were my first bookstore, and they have remained loyal (cue: soaring epic-type music here) despite being known more for their supplies than their specialty books.
><;
Oh and have I mentioned that I am still, by the by, struggling to get used to the thought that I have essentially just blown a little over 3K on books? I am willing to bet that if my bank account could talk, it would gape at me and sputter in disbelief -- but despite all that, I'm actually really, really happy.
*huffs* Books are a longtime love. They rarely ever disappoint.
And while there are several volumes upstairs that I have no so much as touched (despite the hype I have never opened the copy of Dr. Strange & Mr. Norrell -- the same one Kam gave me as a Christmas present I think, almost two years ago; there are others too... must remedy that), I now realize that I am going to make it my personal mission to go through each and everyone -- I pray my brain does not implode.
*dances*
I honestly, seriously love these books. :) I'm not as huge a history buff as Kam is (she beats me there, but it's infectious, I love listening to her ramble all about the stuff she's read), but there is a space in my heart for certain periods in history and everything that comes with it. Japan's Meiji Era, for one, and slightly before that (Tales of Otori), the years of the second World War, and yes, the period for Temeraire -- be it in Europe, Asia or America.
I don't talk about it much because my memory is faulty that way. Besides, I think I made too much room for what little I still retain of my fascination of ancient cultures (another subject I haven't lingered on in ages), and of course, the current acquisition of anything and everything that circles around Celtic and Celtic-influenced cultures. :)
Now, while not completely capable of listing a timeline (I am devouring as much as I can now though) and the intricacies of the particular period of Temeraire, I do try. I credit it all to Patrick O'Brien and what little that I've read of his at that.
To top it all off, I didn't pick it up initially because between me and my best friend, Kam is the dragon-lover. Even in Dragonlance, especially the stuff I know about Huma and Gwyneth, that's mostly because Nate rambled on and on about the story I more or less know it by heart. I am loathe to say I never finished it, having focused more on the Irda, the Wizards, and the Elves since I lean more to anything that is even remotely reminiscent of Fae/Fae constructs.
Actually, now that I give it some thought, the only time I was utterly fascinated by dragons was in Escaflowne. And they're rather fleeting there, except as prey to Van's people.
But Kam told me: it's Aubrey & Maturin meets dragon-riders. How could I possibly say no? Now I'm impossibly hooked. x3 I bounce at the thougt of the fifth book due out this year. It's fantasy but utterly grounded in fact. It's reenvisioning history and I *glee* like an utter loon.
/end babble
It's Friday tomorrow and I can't help but think that this week went by so quickly. I think I feel that way now because I accomplished something today. Chapter 14 went up this afternoon in my scraps on dA and I'm taking a breather to think through what new material I'm going to need to write.
In the meantime, I think it's time I paid a visit to some characters that need some love.
♥