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Thursday, January 17, 2013

My favorites for 2012

Hey, internet. It's, uh, been a while. Actually that's a lie; I'm on the internet a lot, just usually confined to Facebook and deviantArt now. So hi, Blogger, it's been a while!

2012 was a massive year for me. I went to San Diego Comic-Con; I began work on my honors thesis which I am--squeak of terror here--frantically working on finishing up now; I read over sixty new books and watched dozens of new films; I wrote some actual poetry and my first complete short story since I was fourteen; and I trimmed my hair for the first time by myself. All great accomplishments. But I'm here now to share my "Top 5" picks for what were my favorite films and books of 2012. Note that I limit the film selection to films released in 2012, not just films I saw for the first time in 2012, but the publication dates of the books I read are fair game. Also, these lists are arranged in no particular order. Except for the fact that The Hobbit is in fact my favorite film of the year. Other than that I can't really rank 'em because I'm indecisive.

So first of all: the books.



Top 5
The Hero's Guide to Saving Your Kingdom, by Christopher Healy: Technically this is a children's book, but I love well-crafted children's books just as much as I love, say, Moby Dick and War and Peace. This book is funny. The characters are all super endearing, the style has this great deadpan humor to it, the subversion of the fairy tale is affectionate and really entertaining, and the illustrations are superb. I really, really want this turned into an animated film. I don't usually laugh aloud while reading but this book cracked me multiple times. After I finished I made my 18 yr old brother, 15 yr old brother, 12 yr old sister, and 9 yr old sister all read it and they all loved it just as much as I do which shows you how broad the appeal is.

Royal Assassin, by Robin Hobb: This I'm including in combination with the first book in the series, Assassin's Apprentice, which is equally brilliant. Hobb's mastery of language and of characters is simply awe-inspiring. I love how she writes her first-person narrative; it's one of the most convincing first-person voices in fiction, in my opinion, up there with David Copperfield and Ponyboy Curtis. Everything about this series is so inventive and powerful: the magic system, the feuding royals, the cut-throat politics, the frightening "Forged" ones, I could go on forever. This book is so good. I decided to spotlight it over Apprentice for a few reasons, mainly because while Apprentice's ending had a twist that literally made my jaw drop and had me holding my breath all through the climax, Royal did what I had thought impossible: the shock value and emotional punch of the ending was even more intense than its predecessor. Also, I adore the character of the Queen and it was a joy having her more prominently featured in this novel compared to the first one.

His Majesty's Dragon, by Naomi Novik: British Napoleonic warfare. With dragons. I really don't think I can say much more to convince you why you should love this book; if that doesn't convince you nothing will. I adore British writing from this time period and so what really makes this book is not just the creativity and fun behind the concept, but the way Novik so perfectly imitates the style of the time period, mimicking its descriptions, sentence structures, dialogue conventions, and so on enough to be entertaining and convincing but with a fresh liveliness that's entirely her own. I'm not usually a fan of dragons in fiction other than Tolkien dragons, but Temeraire is a fantastic character. Currently I'm making my way through the rest of the series and so far these books are all just as good, but I'm listing Majesty here because it is where the story begins.

The Rurouni Kenshin series, by Nobuhiro Watsuki: I am so not an anime/manga person. At all. But I am very much a story and character person, and this series is very entertaining on both counts. I only discovered it thanks to a friend, and while it doesn't make me want to seek out more manga to read, I did buy every volume of this series so I can read it over. And over. Again. As someone who loves both writing and drawing I really liked that Watsuki is both author and illustrator of this story; the art is very vibrant and the sense of motion in the panels is better, in my opinion, than most "Western" comic books I've read. But it's really the characters I fell in love with. I know I'm late to this party as this series' heyday was, what, over ten years ago now? But if like me you aren't really familiar with/interested in manga I'd recommend giving this series a try. It's funny and exciting and when the angst happens it really packs a punch.

The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making, by Catherynne M. Valente: To put it simply, I adore this book. It's as though Valente decided to write a story specifically for me, blending together many stories and fantasy conventions that I love with her own brilliant imagination, and the result is a quirky, beautifully told fairy story that's witty, heartbreaking, humorous, wise, and certainly, in my opinion, a children's novel on the level of Narnia or Oz in that it should be read by and savored by children and adults together for generations to come. This book deserves to be a classic and September is a heroine for the ages. I even wrote a college paper on this book because I love it so much. If you love imagination, or fantasy, or George MacDonald, or CS Lewis, or Neil Gaiman, do yourself a favor and read this book! And if you don't like any of those things then read it anyway because you should.

Honorable Mention: No Country for Old Men, by Cormac McCarthy

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Ooh, Blogger's posting format's changed

I guess that's a sign that I've been away too long. Also it now apparently defaults to the default font setting for this browser, which I set as a joke as Tengwar about two years ago. And then promptly forgot about. I was a bit surprised when I started typing just now, but it's fixed now.

Well, the time-turner thing didn't work out but I'm managing anyway, slowly and linearly. Only two more final exams to do, one tomorrow and one on Friday, and then I am free! Free to go home and bake cookies with my siblings and read books to my baby sister who's not such a baby any more and watch The Avengers again with my brothers (one of THE best movies ever, by the way) and get back into proper dance training again and prepare to go to Comic-Con! It's my first time going and I'm extremely excited.

My proposal presentation, in what I still consider to be a not-so-small miracle, actually went well. I even won an award for best Arts and Humanities presentation. Hopefully this means the worst of this whole project process is behind me now, because honestly these past few months have been slow, agonizing torture. I've never had a worse academic experience.

In other news I am also going to be posting my creative writing a lot more over the summer, I hope. I've signed up for Camp Nano, no idea what I'm writing yet and maybe I'll just use it to finish The Outlaw's Hand, but I dunno. Also I'm back to practicing my drawing. And there's many, many books I want to read--the rest of the King's Assassin series, the first Gormenghast book, a Kate Elliot novel, the rest of Wives and Daughters, Great Expectations, and much more. In short--bring on summertime, I can't wait!

Thursday, April 21, 2011

My life's shifting again . . .

On Monday I begin registering for my Fall classes, and as simply as that I am back in the university-going game. It's been a long time, and my life feels somewhat surreal at the moment: I devote my time to my writing and my family and my dance right now, and yet begin to feel subconsciously the pull of Hawaii and the duties of academia that await me there. There is a great pall of impermanence over everything I do at the moment, which is somewhat disheartening. I hate feeling the sand slipping under my feet.

Another event which has reminded me of how fragile things are is the sad news of the passing of Elisabeth Sladen, our Whovians' own Sarah Jane Smith. The character she played (along with Donna Noble and Tegan Jovanka) was my favorite female Doctor Who companion. The fact that her death comes so soon after that of Nicholas Courtney a.k.a. The Brigadier (who was, along with Jamie McCrimmon, Harry Sullivan, and Rory Williams my favorite male DW companion) just compounds the tragedy. If you haven't watched any episodes with these two, do so as soon as possible, you don't know what you're missing.

On the subject of Doctor Who, is anyone else excited about the new series beginning tomorrow? Well, okay, I know that there are many, many excited people out there, but HOW excited are you? I am absolutely bursting. I'm also very proud that I've managed to keep away from spoilers all this time--no mean feat for me, alas. There's some fish fingers in the fridge; I should make custard tomorrow and take video of me giving the combo a go, that'd be a laugh!

I've probably read over 2,000 pages this month already, which is fantastic. I'll have lots of books to talk about in my next Book Review post. Speaking of which, I'm open to suggestions on what to post about in this blog, since I'm usually either too busy or too lazy to come up with interesting topics on my own (yes, I'm a woman of extremes). A monthly writing update? More in-depth book reviews, perhaps a post for each book (I can always delve deeper when discussing the written word)? More artwork? Television or film discussions? Random day-in-my-life posts? Let me know in the comments!

Well, I'd best be getting to bed now. Tomorrow I have to get up early--maybe make that custard--clean up a bit--dance--maybe run, if this dratted cough will let me--paint--write--and read some more. Good Friday is always very quiet, a time for staying at home with family, for busying oneself with good works, and for a little bit of private contemplation. Then comes Holy Saturday--I've promised my younger sister I'll help her make a cake for Easter, or rather supervise as she attempts to bake one for the very first time, and then of course there's Doctor Who! And then comes wonderful Easter, a holiday I have not celebrated at home with my family for two years now.

. . . And first thing in the morning on Monday is my class registration. See what a jumble of the future and the present my life is contorting itself into at the moment? I need a TARDIS.

PS: I am currently again obsessed with the amazingness that is Jamie McCrimmon. Thanks for that, Linden :D

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Happy Tolkien Reading Day!

Okay, well, it isn't Tolkien Reading Day anymore, but I'm never on time for anything except my college classes, so I'm posting this late. I hope you read an appropriately authored book, or at least excerpts of one, on the 25th! I read part of Farmer Giles of Ham to my younger siblings, along with my brother providing some of the voices. It was great fun. Oh, and my ten-year-old sister has recently been watching LotR for the first time--the condition in my family is you have to have read the books first and be at least 10 years old--and we finished up RotK today. I also put up the 'Maedhros' print I recently purchased from dA on my bedroom wall today. And now, before I go to sleep, I will begin reading 'The Hobbit' again, hopefully to continue into the Lord of the Rings and make a complete read of all four volumes before returning to college in the fall.

I might be overdue on posting chapters of 'The Outlaw's Hand' here. I'll try to remember to recount my written chapters tomorrow to make sure.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

LIBRARY!

I went to the library today! Yes, this means I finally have a plethora of new reading material. I've been beaming all day.

I discovered a fantastic webcomic last week called "The Dreamer", available here: http://thedreamercomic.com

In brief, it's a gorgeously drawn and very well-written story about a 21st c. era girl who seesaws between living a normal high school life in the 21st century, and living during the American Revolution. The conceit is that whenever she falls asleep, she dreams vividly of her Revolution-era existence, but when she is awake, she is in modern times. Of course, the question is, are they really just dreams? Both lives seem very real, and are both filled with compelling characters, not the least of which is an American soldier who claims he has known her since childhood and who is in love with her. I really like the story's style: the cameos by historical figures like Alexander Hamilton, the complicated but sweet romance, the deftly alternating moments of humor and pathos and action. I'd really recommend it. The author/illustrator's name is Lora Innes, and she is obviously in love with history, for her illustrations are lively and accurate and her characters are all very endearing but appropriate to their respective times. I have a banner link to her site on the right hand sidebar of this blog now. Check it out!

As a person who really likes learning about Revolutionary War/Civil War history myself--and who likes the clothing styles of those times, too--this has really restoked my own interest in the time period and the people who lived then. This is reflected in the reading material I picked up at the library today.

So, complete list of books I have to read now:

  • "The Dreamer: The Consequence of Nathan Hale", by Lora Innes (the first issues of her webcomic have been combined into a print copy, so I'm more re-reading this!)
  • "The Fortune of War"
  • "The Surgeon's Mate"
  • "The Ionian Mission"
  • "Treason's Harbor"
  • "Desolation Island"
  • "The Mauritius Command"
  • "HMS Surprise", by Patrick O'Brian (not in that order. I'm returning to the Aubrey-Maturin series in a big way, folks!)
  • "The American Revolution", by Bruce Lancaster
  • "Voices of the American Revolution", by Kendall Haven (I prefer reading about history from contemporary sources whenever possible, hence my liking for Rousseau and the Federalist Papers)
  • "Nathan Hale", by M. William Phelps (Biographies! I also love reading good, thick biographies)
  • "Alexander Hamilton", by Ron Chernow (Hamilton has fascinated me ever since I was small, so it's about time I read a book entirely devoted to him, even if it's . . . *checks* . . . 700+ pages long!)

I also borrowed "The Amulet of Samarkand" audiobook, since I've been wanting to give it a listen for years. I'm currently listening to Chapter 6, and the reading is very good so far.

At last I have more reading material! I've been floating on air all day because of it. I even have proof:
See? That is my happy library face being happy.

So if you don't hear from me for a few days, it's not because I'm in trouble; I'm just reading and reading and reading. Oh, and "Fringe" and "Supernatural" both return next week, so that might have something to do with it too ^_^

Ta!

Thursday, September 2, 2010

It's September Already? Wow.

Hello again, everyone, it's been a while! Life's been keeping me busy--mostly battling off one infection after another, it's ridiculous--but I hope to start blogging more regularly again now. If I were back in Hawaii now, this would be my second week of my Junior year; as it is, I am keeping the brain cells busy by writing, dancing, studying for my driver's license, and, of course--reading!

Sadly, I have STILL not managed to snag any new reading material. An entire summer without one trip to the library--I just might explode with the frustration. As a result I STILL have no Book of the Month feature to regale you with. I will, however, list for you all the books that I have been reading. I've read them before, which is why they don't count for my list of new books read this year, but they were good enough for me to read them again--some for the second time, some for the umpteenth time--so perhaps you'd be interested to have a list of titles:
  • The Shield Ring, by Rosemary Sutcliff
  • The Amulet of Samarkand, by Jonathan Stroud
  • The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents, by Terry Pratchett
  • Neverwhere, by Neil Gaiman
  • The Pearls of Lutra, by Brian Jacques
  • The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho
  • Watership Down, by Richard Adams
  • The Book of Three, by Lloyd Alexander
  • The Last Unicorn, by Peter S. Beagle
So, as you can tell, I've been re-reading a lot, and mostly lighter books too. Perhaps that is what comes from being around kids 24/7 now; I lapse back into enjoying books written for young adults and children instead of centuries-old literature. This is in no way a bad thing, as all the above books are among my favorite books ever (or at least most of them are) and settled snugly on my shelf next to my Iliad and War and Peace and Moby Dick, but it's still interesting. I go through 'reverting back to obsessing over childhood favorites' phases at time. I guess this is one of those times.

Dance is going well, but I'm trying to figure out a design for my new competition dress; mine is about 4 years old now, and in a competitive arena where dresses go out of style in mere months . . . yep, I'm wearing a relic. My family and I always design and sew my own dresses instead of shelling out a fortune on designer dresses like most other people do, so my dress has lasted longer than most, but it does look old now. Sigh. I've also promised my little brother that I'll dress up as Toothless the Dragon for Halloween so he can ride on my shoulders as Hiccup, so I have that to figure out too!

(Absolutely not-relevant side note here: I'm currently watching Star Wars on my computer as I type this, and just realized that one of Vader's officers is the same actor who played that American rocket captain in "Tomb of the Cybermen"! The one with the annoying fake accent who kept calling Victoria 'Vic'! This just made my day.)

I've been writing a lot, and even though it's pretty hard considering I've got a spot of writer's block, this means my novel is coming along now almost despite itself, haha. Yesterday I baked banana bread; my six year old sister was disappointed initially, but now says she loves it, especially with cream cheese. My little four year old brother however loves banana bread, and basically was asking me if he could eat it every five minutes after it came out of the oven until it was cooled enough to be cut. I do like baking! And making soups, too. I really want to make this lentil soup from a recipe I found recently; I like lentils almost as much as I like baking :)

That's enough rambling from me from now, so I leave you now only with a promise that I'll try to post more regularly and interestingly this month. Oh, and I've been drawing and doodling a lot, so I'll start posting those too.

And I'm 19 1/2 today. I should have made a cake or something, haha. Does this mean I get a wish half-fulfilled today? Hm.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Writer's Block?

Well, no, I don't really have a block in my way so much as a field of mud. Despite my best efforts, everything is going so very slowly, and so tediously, which makes me suspect that they are therefore not my best efforts after all. I'm planning on giving up Facebook for July to see if that makes any changes, but for now I'm just continuing my life as usual, just trying to write every day and get back into the swing of writing seriously every day.

Today I baked banana bread, which I have actually never done before. I just guesstimated how much nutmeg to use, and was terribly anxious the whole thing would come to pieces when I flipped it out of the baking pan, but it stayed together nicely and tasted great spread thinly with margarine. It made me very happy, and my siblings and parents liked it too. There's just enough of the loaf left to eat at breakfast tomorrow alongside my usual grapefruit, so I'm looking forward to getting a yummy start to the day!

My brother's currently reading "The Tempest" for the first time, and I think he's enjoying it. My nine-year-old sister is just starting in on "The Return of the King", how exciting for her to be reading that amazing book for the first time! I wish sometimes I could rewind the clock just to read my favorite books for the first time. There's a special feel to reading them a thousand times, a sort of worn and comfortable and happy feel, but the first read is always so exhilarating, and alas, it only happens once. At least I got to read LotR for the first time when I was six, completely unaware of what would be in store for me on the next page--She's grown up surrounded by LotR movie posters, books, movie books, art books, and a wall I papered entirely with newsclippings from when the films were being released, hehe. So she's known who Frodo and Gollum and Aragorn, etc., are since birth. That's got to make for a different reading experience.

I myself am reading--well, nothing really. It's very bizarre. I desperately need new books to read--Namely, Chesterton's "The Napoleon of Notting Hill", the next few books in the Aubrey-Maturin series, a long list of Sutcliff books, more works by Faulkner after "As I Lay Dying" whet my appetite for his work back in April, Silvius' "Achilleid", "Seven Against Thebes", and sundry other reads. I'm still reading "Le Morte d'Arthur", but the going isn't very fast, and I'd like to be able to leapfrog between five books at once like I usually do. I started "Guy Mannering" yesterday, but so far it's not really caught me, though I'm sure it will eventually--that's generally how Sir Walter Scott books go. I'm going to start reading to my sisters at bedtime again, but the problem is that we had just started "The High King" when I left for college two years ago, and never finished it, so they want me to finish it now, but I feel obligated to begin the entire Prydain series over again from "The Book of Three" because otherwise they won't understand everything that happens in "The High King", the best book in the series, because they'll only have fuzzy memories of who everyone is, especially side-characters like Prince Rhun and Magg. What a muddle.

The good news is that I've FINALLY begun writing chapter one of my novel today. Remember I referred to my current authorial state earlier as a slogging through a field of mud? Well, it's coming along. I've been expending all my extra thought on the problem of this beginning for the past week, and I think I finally made a breakthrough this evening. I have written most of the first few chapters, as well as eighty pages all told of the actual novel, but the very beginning has always escaped me despite innumerable rewritings and has left me rather stymied. I think, however (although I have thought it before) that today I've begun the process of conquering it, which is a glad thing indeed. I'll try to get it all written tomorrow, and then on with the story! I'm determined to use this year off of school to write my novel, and of course NaNoWriMo is quickly approaching again! This time I'll be ready for it. I have a few ideas about what I wish to write, but I'm determinedly not thinking too much about it because I want to be free enough to write 50,000 words quickly without worrying about niceties of plot and things.

Any other happenings around here? Um, no, not really, other than "Vincent and the Doctor" continued "Doctor Who"'s winning streak for me that really began with "Vampires of Venice" and hasn't let up since, huzzah! In fact, "Vincent" might be my favorite of the new Doctor's stories so far, but I'm not sure. "Amy's Choice" was also excellent. And "The Lodger" looks to be nothing but more goodness. But "Vincent" made my eyes tear up a few times, and was all-in-all very well done indeed. Scenes like the one below were amazing (don't watch if you haven't seen it yet, of course!).



My only critique for this series really is its fondness of Earth. Very, very few stories have been set outside of Earth (Okay, "Amy's Choice" was kinda not Earth, but it kinda was still), and although I've loved the time traveling, which I felt wasn't done enough with Tennant, I miss the space traveling. And with the finale taking place at Stonehenge (yaaay, Stonehenge, I remember going there! It was very windy and very wet), it seems the series will be sticking with Earth until the end. At least it's broken out of the previous series' fondness of London, though, ha. Hopefully next season will have more planet-hopping action. And more aliens that are truly evil, too, not just misunderstood creatures :)

Oh, and I keep meaning to post some art on this blog again, but I keep forgetting, and though I have remembered now, it's late and time for me to be getting to bed, so it'll have to wait. Good night!

PS-I just realized that my last post was number 200. Wow.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Busy, busy, busy (Sort of)

So, in three weeks, I have watched the entire aired five season run of "Supernatural", worked on my final art project, kept up with all my homework, nabbed an A+ on my latest English 321 exam, exercised thrice weekly at the school gym, practiced my dance weekly, kept up with my regular work schedule, eaten my first popsicle in years, volunteered at my church's huli huli chicken sale, finally bashed out a few more pages of my novel, and finished reading three library books as well as As I Lay Dying, which was assigned reading, but which I finished early because I liked it so much.

Basically, yes, I am magic! Or slightly deranged. Take your pick. I'm also very tired right now and think I am coming down with a nasty cold, which is just perfect considering final exams are a mere two weeks away now, and I have my final art project and portfolio due in precisely one week. Cough, cough. I drank three cups of tea tonight, which did ease my throat, although the caffeine didn't really wake me up. Instead I feel like my head just got packed with wet cement. Yaaaaaawn.

Two more weeks, two more weeks, two more weeks.

Tomorrow, PBS is gonna air David Tennant's performance as "Hamlet". I strongly recommend y'all watch it, okay?

And that's all for now! Eyes hurt. I'm going to go wash my hair with cold water or something to try to wake myself up a little, and then I'm going to write an essay or two before turning in. Russian studying can wait until tomorrow. Yeah.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Book Reviews for March

No, this is not an April Fool's Joke! This is really me posting March's book reviews on time!

This month was an enormous reading month for me. Funnily enough, I finished absolutely no library books during my Spring Break, but managed to read a total of ten books while school was in session. I just can't do anything the easy way, I guess. And quite a variety of books too: science fiction, fantasy, historical fiction, classics and children's stories. Quantity isn't everything, however; quality in books is also important of course! And for the first time since beginning my Book-of-the-Month reviews, I have more than one serious contender for Book-of-the-Month! As of this writing, I still have not decided which of the three books I'm going to pick for top honors. But I have to decide soon! I'll put stars by the titles of the books that ultimately receive the honors of first and second runner-up. If don't have time to read the reviews and just want to know what books I would recommend, scroll down to the bottom of the post where I have the list of titles along with appropriate links for more info.

So without any further ado, let's dive right in, shall we? Once again, books are listed in alphabetical order by their author's last name.

The Caves of Steel, by Isaac Asimov
I raced through this book. In fact, I managed to read it in one day, which is quite a feat considering that was a busy school day, work day, and the day I exercise at the school gym. I brought the book with me and spent an hour on the cycling machine just so I could read while I worked out, ha ha. This book is inventive, moves at breakneck pace, and is really thought-provoking as well as genuinely baffling--a murder mystery set in the far future (well, far in Asimov's time, anyway) involving two very different classes of humanoids, a variety of robots, and so many twists I nearly got dizzy. I possibly enjoyed this even more than "iRobot", mainly thanks to the very compelling and entertaining character duo of Lije Baley and R. Daneel Olivaw. I decided to not make this Book of the Month due to the surplus of excellent books this month and the fact that this is only the first book in a trilogy or something like that, so I am hoping the next books are even better!

*Something Wicked This Way Comes*, by Ray Bradbury
I've been meaning to read this book for years, so I'm glad I finally got around to it! In the beginning of the story I wasn't really impressed, for although the atmosphere and beautiful, lyrical style is all Bradbury at his finest, I wasn't really impressed with how the story was being told. It seemed too abstract, like Bradbury couldn't really decide whether what he was writing about was real, or a parable, or a dream, or whatever. Perhaps it was a deliberate attempt at being vague, but it didn't work for me; instead it distracted from the story itself. Once I managed to just relax into the poetry of Bradbury's writing, however, things got much better--particularly once the character of the father was introduced. I loved the character of Will's father. He really made this story come alive and immediate to me, and after that everything was pure magic and terror and exhilaration. The scene with Mr. Dark and Will's dad in the library is one of the most powerful and frightening things I've ever read; I re-read it multiple times before I was able to turn the page. The boys-wanting-to-be-men alone can't carry the story, but once they are paired to contrast and work with the father-who-is-wise-enough-to-be-afraid-of-the-fact-that-he-wishes-he-were-a-boy, the story just works. So although it ended on a bang, something about the execution of the first half or so of the story just didn't work for me, being more style than substance, and so I ultimately decided to NOT name this the Book of the Month--although it is vastly better than the last Bradbury stories I read, and there are parts of purest magic and marvel I don't like it as much as I adore "The Martian Chronicles".

High Wizardry, by Diane Duane
Aside from one stellar episode, I found this third installment of the "So You Want To Be A Wizard" series a bit flat. The idea of wizards deciding to update their magic by just downloading it all in program form into a computer is brilliant and quite funny, but Duane's method of including a side-character in each of her stories only to kill said character off in the end is getting old now that she's done it three times in as many stories. Also the end, although very reminiscent of "A Wrinkle in Time", was not quite as powerful as L'Engle's book, which further sapped the magic from "High Wizardry". I will read the fourth book, but if she introduces and kills a character and doesn't break from the pattern she's set for herself so far, I just might give up on the rest of the series, which is a pity, as I still really like the first book.

Good Omens, by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett
Another book whose parts ultimately proved greater than the whole. The idea of a spoof of the Apocalypse is just so nutty, and Gaiman and Pratchett pull it off with a decidedly British humor (very reminiscent of Monty Python and Douglas Adams in flavor) that frequently made me burst out laughing--at Crowley the not-quite-so-wicked-demon threatening his houseplants into growing properly, at the conversation between Aziraphale and Crawly the snake in the Garden of Eden at the beginning, at the idea that the Horseman of Plague threw in the towel after the invention of penicillin and had to be replaced by Pollution, and quite a few other tidbits. Still, the actual story itself seemed far too disjointed, with a myriad of characters that never quite found their center and so ultimately didn't quite work. This book was filled with funny and original ideas, but not so full of solid, well-paced plot. Also, some of the satire was just too irreverent for my taste. So although I enjoyed a lot of it, in the end I left the book feeling that "Good Omens" could have been a lot better.

Listen for Rachel, by Lou Kassem
This book was so boring, I don't even remember what happened in it. Something about a girl living during in Tennessee during the American Civil War, I think, and growing up. It felt like reading the outline of a potentially good story, not reading the final product. Quite a short read, too. So I'm still left hunting for good fiction set during the Civil War. I have yet to find a single novel, I think. Yes, "Gone With the Wind" doesn't count--I read it, and I really disliked it. I'm not ashamed to admit it. I don't see how anybody can enjoy reading about Scarlet, she's such a drama queen and frankly, if a character isn't going to develop at all over the course of a story, make it a short story, the reader will still get your point. Don't make me suffer through hundreds and hundreds of pages of Scarlet whining and treating people horribly. Gah.

An Earthly Knight, by Janet McNaughton
I got this book from the library because I glanced at the title and instantly thought "Tam Lin!" Sure enough, this is a retelling of my favorite Scottish ballad. How good a retelling is it? Well . . . as a story it isn't so bad, and in fact in many ways it's quite good, or at least decent. My biggest problem with the story is that I never really connected with the character of Tam Lin. After spending many pages getting the reader to care about Janet, McNaughton hardly has any Tam, . He just seems included as a side character to Janet, which doesn't do the captive knight justice at all in my opinion. In the climatic scene when Janet goes on her midnight ride to rescue her true love from the Fairy Queen, I was even slightly bored, and couldn't really understand in the context of the story why his rescue was so important. Whereas when I read or listen to the ballad, my heart pounds to the beat of the galloping hooves. At least this was a valiant effort, but "Fire and Hemlock" remains a better retelling, albeit it is modernized while this book was set in the appropriate time period.

Beowulf, by Rosemary Sutcliff
Of course this is by no means a book that could be read as a replacement to the real poem; as the daughter of a man who holds a doctorate in "Beowulf", I am a devoted fan of the original work, both in the original language and in translation (as translated by Seamus Heaney!). Sutcliff's retelling, however, is beautifully done, rich with her own special, lyrical use of words and her talent for both bringing heroes to very human life and keeping them heroic. It's a slim volume, designed as a children's introduction to Beowulf and his story, and as such it delivers completely. If I have children one day this is definitely going on their nursery shelf--right between Heaney's translation and Tolkien's "Beowulf: The Monsters and the Critics" essay. Gotta train them while they're young.

Frontier Wolf, by Rosemary Sutcliff
Huzzah, a return to original Sutcliff novels! I really loved this book. Sutcliff's characters are always so real, her settings are so real, and the dilemmas her characters face are both mundane and profound, with the result that her books don't even feel like they were consciously written; they feel breathed, as natural as though I were seeing everything happen with my own eyes. This story was quite sad, with hard choices that reminded me of "Horselord", but uplifting too: Alexios' interactions with the British people were especially fascinating. Firm friendships are forged, and yet in times of war and foreign occupation even two close friends can be unexpectedly separated by the cultures they were raised to honor and politics that neither has control over. I was fully engrossed and rooting for Alexios' redemption for the entire novel, and left its pages feeling as though I had just made new friends of my own. In a normal scenario, this would have snagged Book of the Month without question; the fact that it does not this time just goes to show you how excellent so many books I managed to read this month were!

Aaaaaand finally: The Books of the Month! Yes, I have come to it at last and still cannot choose between my top two, so I'm going to make the unprecedented decision of sharing the top spot between my two favorite reads of March, which have both since joined my personal collection of books and read multiple times. Okay, are you ready? Here we go:

1. The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents, by Terry Pratchett

This book was like a "Watership Down" for rats, except told with its own winning flair and pathos as well as with dashes of Dickensian wit, and although ostensibly a children's story, it is actually full of extremely large and wonderful ideas, grown-up concepts and questions that are presented through the mouths and minds of a group of rats who, having learned to think, are now afraid of the dark, and of course Maurice the cat. In fact, this is not like "Watership Down" at all. Or, rather, it is like what "Watership Down" might have been like if the rabbits, instead of being determined to build their own rabbity colony, got ahold of a copy of "Wind in the Willows" and decided they wanted to live like that. Which is kind of what the ratty characters in "Maurice" do. Now I'm rambling and confusing even myself. This is not an easy book to summarize. It is, however, a brilliant book, a serious book, a funny book, and a book that doesn't talk down to its audience--in short, the perfect sort of book for children, that type which should be read by adults too and understood equally well by both groups, just on different levels. This book is strongly, strongly recommended. I was intrigued by it because of the premise: A talking cat, a clan of talking rats, and a boy street musician going from town to town pulling a Pied Piper scam--but upon reading was pleasantly surprised to find that there is far more to the story than its hilarious and genius storyline. And that's why it merits a spot at the top.

2. Neverwhere, by Neil Gaiman

In one month, I have read this book five times. That is serious book-loving.
Again, it's a nearly impossible book to describe. It's an adventure story--a quest--a mystery--a horror story--set in a dreamworld--a fantasy--a realistic novel--I could go on and on and still not quite manage to pin it down. In short, then: "Neverwhere" is the story of a man named Richard Mayhew, who after performing a kind deed for a stranger suddenly discovers that he's fallen through the gaps of the world and into an entirely different and fantastical world that lives under London, and while his quest throughout the book is ostensibly the quest to return back to his old, normal life, it's really a quest to define himself in a new world, and perhaps there make something of himself that he never managed to back in the world of London Above. There are a myriad of fantastic characters to help and/or hinder him, each with personal agendas of their own, and all now among my favorite book characters ever, particularly the Marquis with his complicated, suave scoundrel of a personality and the characters of Mr. Croup and Mr. Vandemar, who both made me laugh aloud and terrified me more than any fictional character has in a long time. I don't want to say any more for fear of revealing too much about the plot, but it's endlessly inventive, hugely fun, and very well-written. Aside from a few warnings about language, I wholeheartedly recommend this to anyone who likes a good story.

And with that, I'm done with March and ready for April! Happy reading, everyone!

Recommended Books for March: *Neverwhere*, *The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents*, Frontier Wolf, Something Wicked This Way Comes, and The Caves of Steel.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Spring Break Days 2 & 3: Sleeping, Reading, and British Television

The third day of Spring Break is winding down now, much to my dismay. I am not looking forward to returning to school this time next week at all! Break so far has been very enjoyable, although I find myself down with a cold of some sort that is sapping all my energy, which is frustrating. My throat's sore and swollen, and I'm very tired. Other than that, everything's fine.

Yesterday I discovered an adaptation of 'David Copperfield', I don't know from what channel, but Paul Bettany played Steerforth. The child-David was ADORABLE, but the rest of the adaptation left much to be desired. The Davids were excellent, but the supporting cast, although some folks were very good (it was extremely weird to recognize Anthony Andrews as Murdstone. I mean, the Scarlet Pimpernel? Old and beating up children? What??), were not used well. The folks who adapted the series didn't seem to know what to do with all the vast and important array of supporting characters in the book, and so just gave small tastes of each to the audience, which is a crying shame. What a waste of Bettany; he was in just about two brief scenes, and even the Tempest scene was cut!!! That's what really killed this adaptation for me, as the tempest is one of my favorite scenes in literature, period.

I also watched the last two episodes of "Primeval", so now I'm all caught up and ready for the show to return next year. And I watched a few scenes of "The End of Time" today, I'm not sure why, perhaps because I wanted to depress myself? I honestly was very disappointed in the story of Tennant's final episodes, (I adored "Waters of Mars", but "EoT" fell flat for me) but there are some individual scenes in those episodes that I count among my favorite in any Who episode ever. The regeneration scene with him going back to 2005, the monologue before he releases Wilf from the radiation chamber (and the incredible, heartbreaking acting as he's sprawling on the floor, covered with shattered glass, and sobbing with disbelief at being still alive. . .), the cafe chat with Wilf, and the talk between Wilf and the Doctor on the space ship--all are very, very good. Wilf should have been a companion for a full season. What a shame that he wasn't. Anyway, I reviewed all of the above, and was left emotionally exhausted, and very eager for the next series to begin in, what, two or three weeks now?

I read more of "Foundation" today, but honestly I'm just crawling through it. I don't know why it's taking me so long, it's not very thick, but I'm just not emotionally invested in the story yet, so perhaps I'm reading it slowly because of that? I am also almost finished reading "Neverwhere" for what I believe is the fourth time in as many weeks. Tomorrow will be a reading day--I'm going to go down to the apartment courtyard with library books as well as textbooks and just spend my day soaking up the sun and the stories all at once. Unless it rains, of course. I might go swimming too, seeing as how I can't go to the gym as I usually do on Tuesdays, but no matter what I do, I will be back in the apartment by eight because that's RICHARD ALPERT TIME, EVERYONE!

As I mentioned earlier, I've been very tired due to A) That cold, and B) Staying up far too late. Therefore I'm going to bed before eleven tonight and will sleep in tomorrow. I actually had a three-hour nap today, but seeing as that was right after watching aforementioned "Doctor Who" clips and "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" and reading some of "Neverwhere", "Foundation", and my nutrition text book, I don't think I should inflict my dreams upon you. Let's just say they were very, very strange. Yeah.

I almost forgot to mention, I plan tomorrow to be a writing day, too. For those of you who are members of the Radish Room, I will be posting some of my novel there tonight, because I'm sick of struggling with writing chapter one and so am going to just fling my poor scraps out there and let you tell me how I should stitch them together. I'll take my paper and inkwell and quill down to the courtyard too (weather permitting) and write there. Hopefully the change of scenery and fresh air will give me some inspiration!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Can't think of a title right now, honestly . . .

Tonight's "Lost" episode wasn't bad at all, but I'll only really like it if it turns out Desmond is on the sub (behind the mysterious locked door? Yes? Please?). And I like Charlotte and her cute-awkward romance with Faraday too much for her to get dumped off on Sawyer, grr. Other than that, it was entertaining, but ultimately not my fave. Why? Because it's just an obstacle between me and next week's episode! Yeah, the episode I've been waiting for since forever! Whee! And it'll be Spring Break! Double-amazingness!

I completed the first of my two midterms this week, and I think it went very well. I also am almost finished with "The Caves of Steel" already, which shows you how good it is. Or how bored I am. I don't know. No, wait, I do know--it's very good. I spent two hours or so this evening squinting in the fading sunlight and frantically trying to draw a perspective drawing of the hallway outside the apartment for tomorrow's art class before the sun gave up on me and left me in the dark. I managed it, barely. My eyes still hurt.

I'm seriously worried about my 'Book of the Month' deal this month. I've read so many good books, I don't know which one should merit the top spot. And that's unusual for me, usually the really good ones are few and far between. I guess March is my lucky month, which is only fair, since it's my birth month.

I'm finally starting to break through my writer's block, too. And it feels absolutely wonderful. Like relearning how to breathe. Slowly but surely, I'm getting there.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

My Tardis . . .

Is officially one-fourth complete!

Or, well, one-fifth, counting the roof.

Actually, make that one-sixth, counting the floor.

But . . . Check it out, one panel down!


I really took this picture when it wasn't quite done--you can see the windows on the right look different from those on the left. But it's all finished now. 

I'm almost ridiculously proud of it, mostly because I'm a truly mediocre knitter at best. This is seriously the most complicated pattern I've ever attempted, which I'm sure all you seasoned knitters will smirk at, but I'm self-taught, still learning as I go, so this is quite an accomplishment for me. I'm hoping that by the time I reach the fourth panel, it'll look much better than this one! :)

Also--Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you all had a fantastic day. I spent mine mostly eating, writing, and sleeping, which means it was a stellar day. Four days off of school in a row feels like a little slice of heaven; it seems incredible that I had a whole summer without school earlier this year. Whatever did I do with it?

What books are you reading now? I haven't really had much time for reading new books this month, what with NANOWRIMO and all that (yes, I'm still frantically writing, and yes, I hope to finish on time nonetheless), but I've been reading through my copy of the complete Sherlock Holmes stories again, partially because of how many people have told me that my Quinn narrator sounds like Watson, and partially because--well, Holmes and Watson are my favorite superheroes! ^_^ I'm trying to read them all in order from cover to cover, something I haven't done in a while, and am currently still finishing up A Study in Scarlet. Yes, I told you I am mostly busy with my writing! Even my reading is suffering, horror of horrors! 

On a sidenote, I found Watson's list of 'Sherlock Holmes--his limits' even funnier on this umpteenth reading. If I were to make a similar list for myself, I suppose it would go something like:

1. Knowledge of Literature.--Extensive, but limited mostly to pre-1950's English Language and Classical, with some Russian. Well-versed in Celtic, Germanic, and Classical mythologies.
2. Knowledge of Philosophy.--Limited to Greek and Chinese, and supplemented by some poor independent musings.
3. Knowledge of Astronomy.--Feeble.
4. Knowledge of Politics.--Variable. Reasonably understanding of political theory, but treats the political reality with something bordering on disdain.
5. Knowledge of Botany.--Nil. 
6. Knowledge of Geology.--Poor.
7. Knowledge of Chemistry.--Very poor. Does know a little about medieval-era poisons.
8. Knowledge of Anatomy.--Limited. Disturbingly seems to focus mostly upon anatomy as relevant to injuries, illness, and other such trauma.
9. Knowledge of Sensational Literature.--Next to nothing.
10. Plays the piano, guitar, recorder, and tin whistle, all poorly.
11. Is an avid dancer, cook, artist, seamstress, and photographer. Takes with her everywhere a green notebook, which she scribbles in almost incessantly. 
12. Talks to herself.

Hm, I wonder if Watson could have guessed that all of this adds up to 'author' any better than he guessed that all of Holmes' attributes added up to 'detective'? Looking at it, it certainly seems a bit batty, heh. I guess we are all of us somewhat peculiar when our personalities are dissected and listed like that. It's somewhat fun, though!

Friday, October 30, 2009

"Sword at Sunset", by Rosemary Sutcliff

I'll save the full review for my October Book Reviews post, which is due shortly anyway. But this book filled me with so much joy, I need to post some of my favorite quotes right now. It's a retelling of the story of King Arthur, but an attempt at making his story one of plausible historical fiction--no Round Table, etc. But still retaining elements of the legend. Instead of Lancelot and the Knights of the Round Table serving King Arthur and Queen Guinevere at Camelot, we get Bedwyr and the Brotherhood of the Romano-British war chieftain Artos, who is married to a woman named Guenhumara and spends his life fighting against the Saxons. And I really, really enjoyed it. The soul of the stories are still here, bright and beautiful and written with both realism and poetry. I enjoyed it so much, I put it aside yesterday when I had about fifty pages left so I could savor the reading of it a day more. This is a novel highly recommended.

This is one of the moments that stood out most for me. The book is told from the perspective of Arthur himself, and this scene is where he goes hunting with the High King Ambrosius, shortly before gaining the Kingship himself. Ambrosius is dying of disease, and on this particular day is determined to go hunting, which is treated as a metaphor in the story that he is going knowingly to his death, hunting his death. Anyway, this part really stood out to me, both in terms of beauty and due to its fascinating and poignant musings on how one prepares for death:

'The sun came up, and the frost melted around us as we rode, giving place to a thin white mist lying close to the ground in the hollows. The horses waded through it as through shallow seas of gossamer as we dropped into the valley, and small bright drops trembled in the light, hanging from every dried hemlock head and half-silken, half-sodden feather of last year's willow herb. And I remember that over the open fallow the larks were singing. In a sheltered hollow of the woodshore, the first hazel catkins were hanging out, and as we brushed through, shaking the whippy sprays, the air was suddenly stained with a sun-mist of yellow pollen for yards around. And I wondered how it all seemed to Ambrosius: whether he had yet freed himself utterly from the dearness and strangeness and piercing beauty of the world, from the lark song and the smell of melting frost on the cold moss under the trees, and the thrust of a horse's flanks beneath him, and the faces of his friends. His own face betrayed nothing, but I thought that he looked about him from time to time, as though he wished to see very clearly the winter woods dappled like a curlew's breast, the prick of a hound's ears, the crimson thread tips of a woman-bud on a hazel spray, the flying shadow of a bird across the turf, to draw them in and make them part of himself, part of his own soul, so that he might carry them with him where he was going.'

And here's one more quote as a bonus, this time from the lips of Mordred--for there is a Mordred in even this version of the Arthurian story, though called Merdraut. Again, his link with his mother is stressed. This seems to be a sign by which one can tell when Mordred is really being written well: That the relationship between Mordred and Morgause is not merely that of a son whose mother has taught him to hate, but that of a man who was warped and ruined somehow by his mother's very love. It's a terrifying concept, but also one that can, in the right hands, invoke immense pity. I'm thinking the part in 'The Once and Future King', here, where Mordred is described as having been somehow drained of himself by his mother, as though she sucked him dry like a brooding spider, so that he lives as not only an embodiment of his own hate, whether he will or no, but also as a projection of hers. Check out the similarities with that idea here:

'[Merdraut] came toward me, and before I knew what he was about, knelt beside me and bowed his head onto my knee. It was a horrible womanish gesture. "No escape . . . It is in what you are and in what I am." His voice muffled against my knee. "No, don't draw away from me. Whatever else I am, I am your son--your most wretched son. If you do not hate me, try to love me a little, Father; it is lonely never to have been loved, only devoured.'

The same images of devouring and helpless hate are here. And the characterization is similarly brilliant. It's an interesting parallel to ponder. And masterfully written in its own right.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Here, There Be Dragons

Here, There Be Dragons

Please read this. 

Please do. It's utterly inane, poorly written, and sheer illogical lunacy, but read it anyway. I laughed until I cried. I mean, a story about a young Tolkien and Lewis going on an adventure in the realms of fiction with the help of an atlas called Imaginarium Geographica, where such inexplicable happenings like Charles Darnay being Gawain's Green Knight happen . . . just soak the craziness in and have yourself a bewildering but hilarious good hour or so, bookworms. Wow.

It's available as a free pdf. at the above linked location until November 9, apparently, so read it while you can!

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

The END is NEAR

Yes.

It is that time again.

MY LIBRARY BOOKS ARE DUE TO BE RETURNED ON SATURDAY.

*panic ensues*

Naturally, now that I'm in my last three days before the books need to be returned, I've suddenly sped up my reading. To be exact, I've read approximately 700 pages--half of 'Dune' and just about all of 'Dragon's Bait' as well as half of 'Sabriel' in just two days. While still keeping up with my homework. I've heard of 'speed born of desperation', but I don't usually get to experience it first-hand.

My grandmother has begun cautiously telling me "You know, you can just renew them. Or borrow them again later."

But I'm strange and stubborn in that I like to return all my books at once, on the set date, so that I'm fresh and ready to borrow another stack. I also feel that I need to have read them all. In addition, I have the bad habit of borrowing waaaaay too many library books in one go, instead of reasonable amounts in multiple trips like any sane person should. So I end up having problems like I'm having now, with my last-minute-race-to-finish-every-single-page. Some people have eyes bigger than their stomachs, or so the saying goes; I have eyes bigger than my . . . um . . . eyes? . . . . .

Okay, I guess that's the sort of adage you can't really adapt to suit every need.

I think I'll just go off and try to race through the rest of 'Sabriel' and get a start on 'The Spellcoats' now . . .