(no subject)
I got the best Yuletide story and, yes, I would have said that even if I didn't love it, we all would, but this is the sort of thing that makes me wonder, what am I doing here? I am so out of my league!
It's an American Gods story, In Symbols, and it is... perfect. I wish I knew if this is the author's usual style, because it sounds so exactly like the book. It's a story of Baldur, one of the old gods, making his way in America, and his... roommate. It's wonderful. It's so smartly and delicately written that it's a perfect (and tasty, and evil) little story even if you don't know the book. You don't need to know the book to read it, though; it's a self-contained story, and captures the feel of the book without spoiling you for it at all.
I love this line: "The sort who, had there been a cat that needed saving, would've been the one comforting the distraught owner, and succeeding at that."
I'm too muzzy-headed today to do it justice, but I just love it. I know of two people I'm going to give this to, who I've been unable to talk into reading a 700 page novel about mythology. I think this just might do it.
(I have a cold. The kind where every part of your body is telling you, "GO TO SLEEP", and you have to stop and think to realize that the milk probably doesn't belong in the oven. I had wanted to read all - or any - of the other Yuletide stories before the Reveal, but I didn't. Still, I'm glad I'll have that to look forward to, when the little men stop drilling their way through my forehead.)
It's an American Gods story, In Symbols, and it is... perfect. I wish I knew if this is the author's usual style, because it sounds so exactly like the book. It's a story of Baldur, one of the old gods, making his way in America, and his... roommate. It's wonderful. It's so smartly and delicately written that it's a perfect (and tasty, and evil) little story even if you don't know the book. You don't need to know the book to read it, though; it's a self-contained story, and captures the feel of the book without spoiling you for it at all.
I love this line: "The sort who, had there been a cat that needed saving, would've been the one comforting the distraught owner, and succeeding at that."
I'm too muzzy-headed today to do it justice, but I just love it. I know of two people I'm going to give this to, who I've been unable to talk into reading a 700 page novel about mythology. I think this just might do it.
(I have a cold. The kind where every part of your body is telling you, "GO TO SLEEP", and you have to stop and think to realize that the milk probably doesn't belong in the oven. I had wanted to read all - or any - of the other Yuletide stories before the Reveal, but I didn't. Still, I'm glad I'll have that to look forward to, when the little men stop drilling their way through my forehead.)