maybe it’s me, but…

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Fuck me, but the Romance Bookity World is a nightmare at the moment.  I mean, geesus.  What the hell happened to, I don’t know, reading?  For fun??  Who knew it was that fucking hard.  Christ.

So, please, for the love of humanity, someone tell me what you’ve read recently that you’ve absolutely loved?

I’m begging here.

 

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maybe it’s me, but…

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So, I’m curious.

A lot of us reread because we plain adore a particular book and want that familiar and happy-reader-buttons experience.

Some of us when we reread (for whatever reason) can end up finding the book dated or just not as good the second time around.  Cue huge amounts of disappointment and frustration.

But have you ever reread a book and found it much, MUCH better than you thought it was?

This happened to me about a week ago and I was somewhat surprised about how good it felt.  I don’t recall ever reacting that way towards a reread before.  It was very satisfying, if a bit mystifying.  I wondered what had changed between then and now.  Had I become more open minded?

*snort*  As if.

It’s more likely that I was in a better frame of mind.  Let’s face it, I’m a moody bitch.

It made me curious, though.  Has this ever happened to you?

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goodbye, sir terry. you will be missed.

I am a wee bit broken this morning with the news of the passing of Sir Terry Pratchett.  
My heart and mind are so full of the wonderful memories of reading his work.  
I wanted to pay tribute to the author, the man, the humanist, who meant so very much to me and then I remembered this 2010 post.  
It says it all really.  
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It’s my turn in the Epic Author Fandom Blog Crawl, which is the brainchild of the marvellous Kassa. Yesterday, Chris sang the praises of Charles de Lint and tomorrow Erotic Horizon, who was also responsible for our lovely bloggy button, is up with her fan letter.
 
I know you’ve all been waiting on tenterhooks to see who I would choose. Yes, I found out about the whispers as to what author could possibly match Kris’ own awesomeness. I even heard about the bets being made on certain m/m authors.
 
I am sorry to say your guesses all sucked – that seems to be a major problem for some of you – because there is only one author who reigns supreme in the eyes of Kris and this is the God of all Book Gods, the absofuckinglutely amazing…
 
 
*hand to heart and moment of silent awe*
 
 
Dear Sir Terry
 
I love you and I want to have your babies.
 
Yours sincerely,
 
Kris.
 
PS – My biological clock is pretty much flat-lining so if you could let me know what you think asap that would be appreciated.
 
PSS – I’ve been told by a certain person whose name begins with ‘K’ that my letter may need a wee bit of editting. I said she should have let us know there was a word count minimum before we agreed to do this. Plus, this sums up my feelings exactly AND you’re a Sir. Why the need to pontificate??
 
PPS – K$#@a is big meanhead. :(
 
PPSS – Sir T, so *glaring in the direction of North America* I have to tell you why I love you so much. Although I would have thought that my willingness to go through morning sickness, the possibility of gestational diabetes, labour, sore nipples and smelly nappies made it pretty friggin’ obvious how I felt, but apparently not. *See. A meanie.*
 
 
Addendum – 10 5 Reasons Why I Want To Have Sir T’s Babies Love Sir T
 
1. Sir T, you are the only author I religiously buy in hard cover. *What?! It’s a fucking honour! Do you have any idea how expensive they are in Australia?! Alright, alright.* *muttereveryone’sabloodycriticmutter*
 
2. Sir T, you are a master of parody. Over the years you have not only turned your attention to the tropes of the fantasy genre, but to such topical issues as bigotry, anthropology, politics, bank crises, war and sports culture. Your satirical genius never ceases to amaze, delight and provoke thought.
 
3. Sir T, your skills at word smithing and story telling are matched by your humour. Your sly, clever and wicked wit always has me gigglesnorting and laughing out loud throughout your books. You entertain at the same time you stimulate. A difficult balance that you manage to achieve brilliantly and seemingly effortlessly.
 
4. Sir T, you create the most interesting and unique characters who are also extremely engaging. Never in my life would I have believed that I could have crushes on a grumpy, snarky copper, an omniscient, manipulative dictator, and, most of all, the complicated and compelling DEATH. Yet, I adore them. Of course, the way my mind works and all that…
 
*ahem*
 
5. Finally, Sir T, I deeply admire you for the courage with which you have faced your diagnosis of early onset Alzheimer’s. My heart broke a little when I heard about your illness and then I was completely in awe at the dignity to which you approached it.
 
While there is no doubt I shall miss the possibility of new releases from you, I know I will get so much enjoyment out of rereading those already published. As I already have done. Time and time again.
 
That, Sir T, is one of the greatest gifts any author can give a reader and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving me these truly wonderful experiences.
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maybe it’s me, but…

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I’ve recently bought several ebooks – well, more than several, but who’s counting – where this has happened.

Me: *looking, looking*  *cover! author! blurb! excerpt! buy! yay!*  *downloads and opens*

Me:  Huh.

Me: *goes back to library bookshelf*  *shrugs*  *opens again*

Me: Weird.

me: *goes back to shop this time*  *scratches head*  *opens again*

Me: Okay, now I’m getting annoyed.

Me: *repeats*  *unsatisfied that touch screens don’t allow you to smash keyboard buttons*

Me:  WHERE IS MY BOOK COVER?!  I BOUGHT A BOOK FOR WITH THE COVER!  I CAN FUCKING SEE IT, BUT IT’S NOT THERE WHEN I OPEN THE FILE!

WHERE.

IS.

IT.

Apparently, I get a wee bit cross if I buy an ebook with a cover, but that cover is not there when I open the book.  Who knew I was all about wanting what I paid for.  Oh, and being superficial.

 

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kris’ confessions: reading taboos

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Some time ago… at some blog… somewhere… I did a series of guest posts to do with my bad reading habits.

While it is true I have close to a gazillion of these, the three I wrote about – in no particular order – were:

  • Reading the end of a story to see what happens.  Much more difficult with ebooks, but still doable.  Trust me on this.
  • Breaking the spines of books.  So very satisfying to hear that sharp crack.  It’s the book version of popping bubble wrap.
  • Toilet reading.  You know you do.  Don’t deny it.  Own it.

Anywho, because I’m in a sharing kind of a mood, I thought I’d let you know what I’ve been reading on the toilet.

You’re welcome.

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I know!

It has cats!  It has a zombie apocalypse!  It is a choose your own adventure story!

What more can you want in a toilet book?!

It’s a gift directly from The Book Goddesses especially for the all-mighty porcelain throne!

!!!

So what have you been reading on the toilet lately?  Don’t be shy.  A toilet is one of the greatest social equalisers.

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dear author

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Dear Author,

I *still* do not think that word means what you think it means.

Use a dictionary, for fuck’s sake.

Love, me.

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the author/pedestal thing revisited

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Ages ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I wrote a post about the pedestal we readers tend to put authors on and asked if people really wanted to know everything about an author they liked or if they preferred to to keep their distance.  At the time I said

I have to admit that in many ways I LIKE keeping my head in the sand. I WANT an author I enjoy to remain up on that pedestal I put ‘em on.

Despite having encountered – both directly and indirectly – more and more authors via twitter and various blogs, I find my point of view hasn’t changed.  If anything, social media has intensified my feelings.

While fandoms, authors behaving badly, wankfests, etc don’t necessarily happen on a day-to-day basis, the rapid sharing of information means the incidents that do occur become public knowledge very quickly and are widespread.  Human nature tends to focus on the negative and there is no hiding when the instantness of platforms like twitter sees some responding reactively and without consideration.  Lord help those who type before they think because there is always, always someone watching who is ready to hit the retweet button or take a screen shot.

I’m not about to enter into an academic discussion about social media, blah, blah, nor am I going to deny having been an avid spectator to certain events in the past.  I will say, however, the line between private and public seems to be increasingly blurred and, while there are vast benefits to being part of virtual, global communities, there are also considerable costs.

This pertains to the bookmunity too where authors and readers can easily interact; becoming nodding acquaintances as well as close friends.  Accessibility, though, can be a dangerous thing in such cases because the closer the relationship gets, the harder it will fall.  And we’re not talking about a vague topple from that pedestal here.  Instead, it’s a gory cartoon-like massive high-dive face-plant into a tarnished cheap-arse metal thimble of stagnated, toxic water.  Yeah. Owie.

So, yes, as unfair as it is, I don’t want to know if my favourite authors are actually human.

I’d rather hide under the cotton covers of my four-poster bed, softly smiling in my sleep as I lovingly cradle my cherished book and dream of waif-like authors in billowing, gauzy summer dresses who leisurely take their tea on mismatched fading crockery in glorious, sun drenched gardens with gurgling fountains, plump roses and long-haired cats lying languidly on velvet pillows watching colourful birds and shimmering fairies flit across peaceful ponds beneath hooded eyes and lazily twitching tails that caress the naked feet of the beautiful knowing soul who lovingly creates worlds and crafts tales in well-worn handwritten journals just for you…

Hey, if I’m going to romanticise an author I might as well go all the way, right?

 

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