Yuletide
So, since I used Livejournal to post my Yuletide request, I figure I might as well also post about what I've read.
My own gift story was a lovely piece about Joe, complete with an illustration. It is Can you sing the lore of a place that no longer exists (without seeming like an archeologist)? And it makes me very happy, and I am reminded of my mad literary crush on Joe Kavalier.
I skulked about my grandmother's house on Monday, snowed in when I was meant to be travelling back to Boston, with a dead Kindle and without either the charger or a paper-physical book (it turns out I had one in the car). I started reading other Yuletide stories, and my favorites were (I seem to be going alphabetically by fandom name):
Both of the Calvin and Hobbes stories. I love Calvin and Hobbes. I love the idea of Calvin and Jason as college roommates, driving each other batty and turning into best friends -- I was willing to smudge ages, since they both in stuck-age strips, and figured that Calvin probably actually is smart enough to get into the same college as Jason. I also love the idea of Calvin as the author of Calvin and Hobbes the web-comic, and Susie reading it in college.
The Last Sola's Ride was beautiful coda to The Hero and the Crown. I never knew what to make of Aerin's semi-immortality, and I always felt rather bad for Luthe.
I am still worried about the bunny from Goodnight Room. I assumed it was okay until I read comments and someone said "bunny in the airlock!" and I freaked out. It was beautiful and weird and I don't do post-apocalyptic-dystopic things. But. It was awesome.
The Fruits of Hades. Because I am easy to please. Persephone and Hades were always one of my favorite Greek myths, especially if you ease up on the abduction part. (They might have started the obsession. All things related to Troy sort of eclipsed everything later, and so I occasionally forget that once I liked Persephone and Hades, and once I liked Alcestis.) And it was lovely.
Apparently I didn't actually read anything past G. Huh. Interesting. Perhaps at that point I got bored of my computer. That might be when the ridiculous penny sorting project started, or my brother figured out how to charge my Kindle, or I got frustrated that no one had apparently written happily ever after fic for Princess Tutu (Fakir manages to write Ahiru back into a girl) or Pushing Daisies (I don't know how that would work, but I was hoping someone had a brilliant idea about how to give the Piemaker and the Girl named Chuck a happily ever after) and started looking elsewhere for either.
Anyway. That was fun. I will probably do Yuletide again next year, but my Livejournal will probably remain in hybernation.
My own gift story was a lovely piece about Joe, complete with an illustration. It is Can you sing the lore of a place that no longer exists (without seeming like an archeologist)? And it makes me very happy, and I am reminded of my mad literary crush on Joe Kavalier.
I skulked about my grandmother's house on Monday, snowed in when I was meant to be travelling back to Boston, with a dead Kindle and without either the charger or a paper-physical book (it turns out I had one in the car). I started reading other Yuletide stories, and my favorites were (I seem to be going alphabetically by fandom name):
Both of the Calvin and Hobbes stories. I love Calvin and Hobbes. I love the idea of Calvin and Jason as college roommates, driving each other batty and turning into best friends -- I was willing to smudge ages, since they both in stuck-age strips, and figured that Calvin probably actually is smart enough to get into the same college as Jason. I also love the idea of Calvin as the author of Calvin and Hobbes the web-comic, and Susie reading it in college.
The Last Sola's Ride was beautiful coda to The Hero and the Crown. I never knew what to make of Aerin's semi-immortality, and I always felt rather bad for Luthe.
I am still worried about the bunny from Goodnight Room. I assumed it was okay until I read comments and someone said "bunny in the airlock!" and I freaked out. It was beautiful and weird and I don't do post-apocalyptic-dystopic things. But. It was awesome.
The Fruits of Hades. Because I am easy to please. Persephone and Hades were always one of my favorite Greek myths, especially if you ease up on the abduction part. (They might have started the obsession. All things related to Troy sort of eclipsed everything later, and so I occasionally forget that once I liked Persephone and Hades, and once I liked Alcestis.) And it was lovely.
Apparently I didn't actually read anything past G. Huh. Interesting. Perhaps at that point I got bored of my computer. That might be when the ridiculous penny sorting project started, or my brother figured out how to charge my Kindle, or I got frustrated that no one had apparently written happily ever after fic for Princess Tutu (Fakir manages to write Ahiru back into a girl) or Pushing Daisies (I don't know how that would work, but I was hoping someone had a brilliant idea about how to give the Piemaker and the Girl named Chuck a happily ever after) and started looking elsewhere for either.
Anyway. That was fun. I will probably do Yuletide again next year, but my Livejournal will probably remain in hybernation.