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I'm not sure why The Hero of the Ages (book 3 in the Mistborn trilogy) took so long to get through even though I thoroughly enjoyed it.  I mean, it's not like the other two were that much different in length.  There was just something heavy about this one in a way that I didn't get with the other two.  The 'problem' with these books is that while there's hope - there's always hope - 98% of the time you're reading people who are really not certain they're going to be living much longer.  And that's really, really noticeable here.

But I kept reading because of that tiny thread of hope, knowing (praying) that this was going to turn out well somehow.  For someone.  At least one of them?  Sanderson really doesn't believe much in the sanctity of his main characters and anyone, at any time, is fair game.  We learned that very clearly in Mistborn, the first book.

I might talk more about this series in length when I'm not so saturated in it (I had to finish tonight.  If I didn't, I would have screamed).  This last book made me want to throw it against the wall, it made me laugh, cry and make high pitched noises that would have only been heard by dogs.  The entire series spans 2,130 pages and there's not a page in there that I didn't think was worth the slog through.

God, I hope they never put this into one book.  It was hard enough carrying around just one of them.
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When I was a kid, I was really lucky to have parents that not only approved of my reading habits but actively encouraged and engaged me in reading.  I don't think I was ever told that a book I wanted to read was above me - I'd be warned that I might not understand some things and encouraged to give it a try.  Help could be sought by way of dictionary and/or either/both of my parents if I ran into a section I didn't understand.

While we were living in the Philippines, my parents had a lot of furniture commissioned because they could get good, quality handmade pieces for not a lot of money.  There's a lot of stuff that I remember from my childhood that was made there (and a lot of it they still have!) but the one piece that I still love is their rolltop desk that had bookshelves with glass doors.  The books kept there were anything from Treasure Island to the Encyclopedia Britannica series and I pretty much had my run of them.  From dog eared books to supple leather bound ones - I was allowed to read them all.

I was really, really young when I had my first taste of The Lord of the Rings.  Six or seven, I believe.  My mom helped me read parts of it but she carried on a tradition that would last into my teens - she read the book out loud to me, too.  She'd probably been reading to me since I was a baby and, well, it really didn't stop until I was about 13.  So, she read Tolkien to me when I was real young, which is why I really like the books.  Tolkien can be, well, Tolkien but it's hard to deny affection for the books when the copy you own used to be your father's from when he was in his late teens and your mother read you probably the entire thing from that very copy.  The copy that my dad finally gave up and just gave it to me after I kept 'borrowing' it, by the way.

When I turned 10, my dad introduced me to Terry Brooks by basically saying "You know how much you love Tolkien?"  (as he indicated the copy that was being held together by duct tape now) "It's like that but you get action on the second page.  Not page 200."

Now, I read the Shannara series on my own (as far as I remember: there's a very vague memory of a tooth ache or having lost a tooth and the first Shannara book being pulled out by my mom) but my mom and I read several of Brooks' Landover series together.  I remember comfortable nights sitting next to her, hearing her read for what had to be ages in a reading voice that I'd kill to have.  Looking back, I feel sorrow for when they eventually stopped and I can't remember if those nights died a natural death or if I'd declared I was too old to be read too.

I can only hope it hadn't been the second one.

But at night, she'd read to me from the Landover series and during the day I devoured the Shannara series.  It had been years since dad had read the books but he was game enough to keep up in my exuberant talks of them.  My sister, by the way, must have hated me during our play times because I clearly remember pretending characters from the books were amongst us and I remember it drove her INSANE.  (We also played 'lumberjack' so I can't really say much.)

I genuinely enjoy the books to this day (to be honest, Landover isn't a series I'd get into on my own.  I'll stick with the Shannara series), I think they're fun, neat and, well, really good.

But there's also the part that's emotionally attached beyond the enjoyment of reading a favorite author or rejoining remembered characters.  It's a bit of home every time I crack his books open.

Dirty pool

Jun. 28th, 2010 11:31 pm
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Okay, fuck, this book has had me on the verge of tears a number of times (and on the verge of my seat even more) but they just went too far.  The people I'm tearing up at the almost or actual death but - the cat?  Did you REALLY have to kill the CAT?

I'm almost done reading Feed by Mira Grant - probably one of the best zombie books I've ever read.

(The goddamn cat, guys.  Oh poor Lois.  And in this book, mammals under 40 lbs don't turn into zombies so it's not like I was EXPECTING it.)


Apr. 26th, 2009 04:19 pm
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Reading Deathwish by Rob Thurman - the one big thing is over but there are lots of pages left and I just know they aren't filled with fluffy kittens and OH MY GODNEEDTOFINISHREADINGWHATELSECOULDHAPPEN?!

*five minutes later*



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The house is starting to look pretty good but my room hasn't even been touched yet, le sigh.  I just finished up the living room - dusted, swept, random bits of stuff picked up - identified and then delivered to whoever it belonged to, carpet put back down, some light rearranging.  No, I mean that literally.  I rearranged the lights.

Next is the bathtub, sink and toilet since Todd attacked the bathroom floor yesterday.  And then the bedroom.  *groan*  Will take a ten minute break, though, to enjoy a glass of pomegranate lemonade (nggh) and maybe flip through my book.  It's taking longer than normal for me to get through it because of the style of language that the writer decided to use.  Not a bad book but one that I'll get the sequal only once it's in actual paperback and not the inbetween hard cover and paperback that this was in.

I swear I'm tired of having to take days to clean the house - I'm going to try for once a week because then it means it doesn't take forever.

Books, heh.

Dec. 8th, 2007 06:59 pm
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I discovered the other day that I own over 250 books.  That's...impressive for just one person, I'd like to think.  It impresses me, anyway.  But I went through my books (I really need one more bookcase) and pulled out the ones I bought and didn't read/didn't finish.  While I'm more, more, more than happy to get books for gifts (yes, please ;) ) I think I'm going to stop actively buying any until the...uh.  13 are done.  (Three are new!)

So what's on my metro reading schedule?

Another One Bites the Dust (A Jaz Parks Novel) by Jennifer Rardin.  An urban fantasy, vampire series (Once Bitten, Twice Shy was the first) but...I don't know.  This stuck out and the characterization is FANTASTIC.  Very well written all around.

Frankenstein, Book One: Prodigal Son by Dean Koontz and Kevin J. Anderson.  Recommended by [personal profile] nute and I just happened to spot it in the store tonight.  Frankly, I was just uber pleased to find they had a dedicated horror section.

Hounding the Moon by P.R. Frost.  One my random finds of "Hey, it looks good, seems to not suck.  I'll buy it!" purchases.

Seduced by Magic by Cheyenne McCray.  Uh, yeah, you can see where my tastes are heading these days.  Horror/dark urban fantasy for the win.  Apparently it's the second one -- and for the life of me, I can't remember if I've read the first.  That's going to be interesting.

California Demon by Julie Kenner.  *laughs*  Okay, the first book (Carpe Demon) first caught my eye because the main character is a retired demon hunter with a family that knows nothing about her former life.  Good luck with that secret. ;)  She's pulled kicking and screaming back into the job while trying to juggle parenthood and her husband's growing political career.  Haven't even started the second one but I adored the first book.

Curse the Dark and Bring it On by Laura Anne Gilman.  Gilman was the reason I really started to read and enjoy long series again.  Interesting spin on magic (kind of like the Weather Wardens) and I love the characters.

...Britishbadboys.  Shut it.  It's a romance.  Moving on.

Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke.  Yeah, I think it's about magic and magicians but all I really know is I could do some considerable damage if I smacked someone with it.  846 could seriously knock some teeth out.

Eragon by Christopher Paolini.  It was a cute movie so I'm going to give the book a try.  Only big downside is I don't think the third one is out yet.

Under the Tuscan Sun by Frances Mayes.  I know, roughly, what the movie is about but the book -- not so much.  That's okay, it'll be a surprise!

Death Match by Lincoln Child.  Mmm, Lincoln Child.  I swear, I'll read anything by him or Douglas Preston.

Dance of Death by Douglas Preston & Lincoln Child.  Speaking of...;)  The 6th book the two have done involving Special Agent Pendergast -- and part of the Diogenes series (the first five books aren't part of that series but they all have Pendergast in them).  Seriously, Pendergast is one of my top literary heroes now.  The books are very well-written and always make you want to read the next one.

So...what's in your wallet to read list? ;)


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