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Books: comfort food
Dec. 3rd, 2008 01:32 pmThis week I'm mostly re-reading fiction I've read before, browsing some light non-fiction, and nibbling the edges of a few graphic novels.
In the first category: Chained by Lauren Henderson. I am so sad that there are no more Sam Jones mystery novels. And I haven't seen a new mystery novel by Sparkle Hayter in a long time either (not since The Last Manly Man?). Tart Noir writers, why have you abandoned me?
Seriously, I cannot figure out why the tide that carried Ms. Janet Evanovich so high did not lift my favorite other snarky detective women in her wake. Sarah Strohmeyer and Elaine Viets tend to please most of my library patrons who are out of Evanovich's Stephanie Plum books to read, and yet, *shrug*, mine not to reason why.
For graphic novels: I've got the Dark Horse MySpace Presents book, which is overall a bit darker than I like but entertainingly varied. Comics anthologies by multiple creators that aren't about big name superheroes are very enjoyable.
On the light non-fiction front, I picked up Failure to Communicate by Holly Weeks, which is about navigating difficult conversations gracefully. Myself, I fail to navigate most conversations gracefully, so I figured I could use the help. (My analytical skills are up to it, but my reaction times on that analysis aren't... if my brain in social situations were a car, it would be one with a top speed of 200mph, but one that took 5 hours to accelerate to that top speed - the top speed is pretty useless then, right? It won't help you avoid the giant tree that's 30 feet in front of you.)
On the romance front I read a rather unsatisfying historical paranormal novel, a hilariously wrong erotic paranormal novel, and then bought a copy of Emma Holly's last novel in order to cleanse my palate. She's one of the few writers who writes erotic relationships where everyone involved actually seems to be having a pretty good time emotionally, as well as physically.
In between that I've been rereading the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and remembering that I really really like Fenchurch. I don't know why, there's just something so much happier about So Long, and Thanks For All the Fish, it always pleases me when I hit it in the sequence.
I've got heavier nonfiction books on Frontier Medicine, Venice, British Drama, the Meditteranean, Byzantium, the history of Arabic peoples, and a couple other things sort of looming on my bookhselves, but I haven't felt up to reading any of them this week.
I think I will go ice skating instead.
In the first category: Chained by Lauren Henderson. I am so sad that there are no more Sam Jones mystery novels. And I haven't seen a new mystery novel by Sparkle Hayter in a long time either (not since The Last Manly Man?). Tart Noir writers, why have you abandoned me?
Seriously, I cannot figure out why the tide that carried Ms. Janet Evanovich so high did not lift my favorite other snarky detective women in her wake. Sarah Strohmeyer and Elaine Viets tend to please most of my library patrons who are out of Evanovich's Stephanie Plum books to read, and yet, *shrug*, mine not to reason why.
For graphic novels: I've got the Dark Horse MySpace Presents book, which is overall a bit darker than I like but entertainingly varied. Comics anthologies by multiple creators that aren't about big name superheroes are very enjoyable.
On the light non-fiction front, I picked up Failure to Communicate by Holly Weeks, which is about navigating difficult conversations gracefully. Myself, I fail to navigate most conversations gracefully, so I figured I could use the help. (My analytical skills are up to it, but my reaction times on that analysis aren't... if my brain in social situations were a car, it would be one with a top speed of 200mph, but one that took 5 hours to accelerate to that top speed - the top speed is pretty useless then, right? It won't help you avoid the giant tree that's 30 feet in front of you.)
On the romance front I read a rather unsatisfying historical paranormal novel, a hilariously wrong erotic paranormal novel, and then bought a copy of Emma Holly's last novel in order to cleanse my palate. She's one of the few writers who writes erotic relationships where everyone involved actually seems to be having a pretty good time emotionally, as well as physically.
In between that I've been rereading the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and remembering that I really really like Fenchurch. I don't know why, there's just something so much happier about So Long, and Thanks For All the Fish, it always pleases me when I hit it in the sequence.
I've got heavier nonfiction books on Frontier Medicine, Venice, British Drama, the Meditteranean, Byzantium, the history of Arabic peoples, and a couple other things sort of looming on my bookhselves, but I haven't felt up to reading any of them this week.
I think I will go ice skating instead.
