Hi! I flashed this book loot picture from recent Powell's adventure last time:
... intending to come back and say more. Here's more!
Ah, a stack of new books. Love love.
First off, I finally got A Game of Thrones by George R R Martin, which I have been hearing praised for years, but for some reason I never gave too much thought to reading. Why? I love epic fantasy. I don't overload on it, but when it's good, it's so very very good! The Name of the Wind, by Pat Rothfuss, has been a favorite. And I read Tigana by Guy Gavriel Kay last year. Terrific. But with this for some reason it took the HBO series and all its attendant publicity to make me think, "Huh. I could read that."
(Speaking of which, we don't have TV, but I watched the sneak peek first 15 minutes of the HBO series at my parents' house and it looks good.)
So. I have begun it, am maybe 80 pages in, and I'm in awe and in love, and also in dread, because it is easy to see that this author does not spare his readers' hearts. Something has just happened, in fact, already, that I cannot believe, and that says: "this author isn't farting around."
I'm sure I'll have more to say as I get further into it. So far, so excellent.
By the way, I am making a project for myself to compile a Fantasy Education list to start in on. There is way too much that I haven't read. Suggestions welcome! More on that later.
But anyway, A Game of Thrones wasn't the first of the loot stack to get read. That would be this:
Where She Went by Gayle Forman, the sequel to If I Stay, which though it came out some time ago, I only just read last month. In, like, two sit-downs. Same with this one. These are books you need to clear the evening for. Trust me. And do read If I Stay first. It's a tragic story, which is maybe why I hadn't gotten around to it yet, though I have always intended to. I knew the premise, and I guess my imagination just couldn't fill in the possible ... texture ... that would make it fun and beautiful and all the things I had heard it was. Well, it is. And funny, too. I guess I hadn't expected that. And romantic. But also very, very sad.
It's essentially the story of a comatose girl trying to decide whether to live or not in the wake of the car accident that has killed her whole family.
Yikes, right? Just pick it up and see if you can put it down. Where She Went too, which follows it up with where some of the characters are a few years later -- and you will want to know. I snuck a few pages in the car on the way home from the bookstore and didn't want to stop.
And for something completely different ...
This picture book is by a local artist and was autographed, which is why it caught my eye. And it is freaking cute beyond anything, which is why I bought it. Holy! The cute! Look. Maggie Rudy is a felt artist, and she has a blog called Mouses Houses, which makes me want to steal things because she has no etsy site or any apparent will to sell these marvelous wonderful mice. Darn it.
Oh my goodness. *want want want*
So much more at Mouses Houses; do look. The below might be my favorite, because it is when the artist returned home from New York with the contract for the book. I wish I had something like this to commemorate my first book sale!
The book is The House that Mouse Built and it is darling, and a good read-aloud too!
One last one from the stack, then, and it's a weirdy. If you like Edward Gorey, Dillweed's Revenge might be for you. It is unpleasant and cute at the same time, with art by Carson Ellis, another Portlander, yay!
Mistreated kid, kind of like a boy Cinderella, happens to have a box of demons under his bed.
Revenge is had.
If only, Cinderella.