In full command of every plan I wrecked

Sep 03, 2009 18:52

I was happily thinking the other day that I had been reasonably productive, not wildly happy but not suffering from the waves of ennui and depression that tend to roll through on a regular basis.   Especially that I had apparently dodged the emotional tsunamis which every once in a while smack me back a couple of miles and demolish all my happy little lego-and-toothpick creations.

- So much for thinking.

In other news, I'm also suffering from not being able to find another world.  I mean that in a reading kind of way.  I'm almost finished with Sherwood Smith's (sartorius) Inda quadrology; I have really enjoyed it.  I liked the characters, in a detached reading about them way, but they didn't hit my - for lack of better words -  kinks.  They never sparked me right into the story.

So now I need a new world.  Maybe I need to do a massive C.J. Cherryh re-read.  I also get tugged at, weirdly, by Jo Walton's (papersky ) Farthing universe. (Weirdly because if you asked me I would have said I didn't like mannered English procedurals, and am not a fan of anything to do with Hitler or WWII,
although I do like alternate histories.)  I used to be able to lose myself in Marion Zimmer Bradley's Darkover, but the last time I picked one up I got so snobbish about the bad writing and worse editing that I couldn't make myself finish it.  Others - Jacqueline Carey, Sarah Monette (truepenny) , Sheri Tepper, Kelley Armstrong - I've overread or I'm just not in the mood for.

It's not that I don't have new books - I do.   Some of them I'm really really looking forward to.  Before I ran out of money I treated myself to Elizabeth Bear's (matociquala ) Seven for a Secret w/ the Bonus! novelette; I have Karen Miller's Innocent Mage Duology; and lots more.  Two shelves of them.

But it's like wanting to go back to the family cabin by the lake for the long weekend - and finding out that your brother in law sold it.  There are other cabins, and other lakes, but the frogs never sound quite the same.

it's the little things, c.j. cherryh, now the monkey on my back has a new act!, books! books! books!

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