“Bwahahaha.”
“…look, I have everything I could possibly need. And you also have the body of a god.”
“Hey, I have an ego but it is not that huge.”
“I didn’t say from what pantheon.”
For the record, I think most romances are dumb and so-called “readers” could do better.
Thea Uthor would be a great name for a protagonist in like a quasi-medieval-but-actually-scifi / planetary romance kind of story.
Anyhow, I’m busy with work and adulting. Yay.
Serenity: great stuff. May have gotten another coworker to check out Firefly.
Dune the book: great stuff. Dune the recent movie: continues to suck. Not that I watched it again, I just had a lengthy conversation with the same coworker trying to explain the why and how.
Queen Isabella – So turns out her husband, Richard II, was the one with the rumored cause of death of red-hot poker in the rectum.
Fourth Wing – the first 3 chapters all seem to be saying the same thing and going very few places. Will try again later, but w/e.
The Black Company – This is basically Sharpe, except minus Sharpe and plus wizards, but also minus much of a plot or a point. Not bad at all….just meandering.
Not the most flattering thumbnail, honestly.
I’d say that’s a little better.
by Dallas Williams?
Alpha said, “For convenience–” and to sound less obviously-artificial…not to mention less like space alien robots— “I propose we start referring to ourselves by names. I am choosing to go by ‘Autumn.'”
“Destiny.” Beta said, instantly.
“You know that to continue the theme, you should be ‘Betty’ instead.” the youngest clone observed coldly.
“I’m sorry, Charlotte?” Destiny inquired, smiling.
“Summer would also be very acceptable.”
“Or Daisy,” grinned Destiny.
“I,” Charlie-nee-Delta said, coldly, “Will consider.”
“Babe, go check out what the dogs dragged out in to the yard this time, there’s something red out there.”
“Hopefully it ain’t one of the kids.”
“Okay, well, we got that done.”
“Yes! At least we got that. I needed some longer hours today, anyway.”
“So I guess there’s nothing more than to see you next Tuesday.”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“…which I realize is kind of an acronym–“
“–I was wondering whether that was the whole sentence or a start of a sentence–“
“I meant see you next week on Tuesday! The seventeenth!”
“Sorry it took so long to get back in here, the Border Collie was aggressively dropping his frisbee at us.”
Q: Hey, how much space can you waste on the new user interface to spread out a very small amount of required information over at least several pages?
A: Yes.
Q: Great! Can you also make sure that the useful information is buried inside that waste space?
A: Well, not all of it.
Q: Aww.
A: OK, but we can make sure that everything is optimized for touchscreens.
Q: We don’t have touchscreens.
A: Exactly.
Q: Yay!
So most of my reading has been done via audiobook while driving, but the last few weeks’ weather has curtailed most of the driving I normally do. Additionally, while I mostly leave my Kindle’s wifi turned off, I turned it back on to get some updates. Which it did, and then promptly deleted 90% of my existing library off my device. Oh you little rascally thing, you.
That being said, I’ve gotten a few in.
Code Name Blue Wren – Jim Popkin – People who hate America are embedded in American government, setting its policy, and advising its nominal leaders. And most of them walk free and proud to this day. Some of them don’t, but most of them do, or get released early for good behavior. (Because there’s no opportunity to provide classified secrets to Cuba if you’re in a maximum security prison.)
The Olympian Affair – Jim Butcher – which I started on the evening of January 19 to distract myself in the hours before January 20, when Twelve Months was released. It’s good, but I do wonder why Rowl lost so many IQ points between the first book and this one. Allegedly Butcher got the idea of the talking cats from the cats owned by his now-ex wife. I’m going to guess Rowl was one of the cats she took with her when she left.
The Library at Mount Char – Scott Hawkins – I made it about, I don’t know, twenty minutes into this book and then gave up. A quick wiki check showed that, yes, the entire book was going to be gruesome, ugly, and vaguely pointless.
Eve – Cat Bohannon – Look, if your entire thesis is that there is something different and special about the female body and this special difference derives from innate biological factors, it comes across as very disingenuous to put your standard “sex doesn’t mean gender! femaleness is a state of mind!” disclaimer up right before you launch into the actual substance of the book. Which, well, this one isn’t going to go down well as an audiobook so I’m on the (very relaxed) search for a physical copy. Where my Shadow Libraries at?
Queenship in Medieval Europe – Theresa Someone-or-other – This one I managed to complete after having gnawed at it for a while. A good bit of interesting history.
Queen Isabella – Allison Weir – I started working on this one recently, launching into it with the assumption that it was going to be about Isabella of Spain (the one who pawned her jewels for Christopher Colombus, etc). It’s actually about the English Queen Isabella, who was originally French, led a coup against her husband–who was probably gay–probably murdered him, and ruled in her son’s name until her son came of age, executed her lover, and imprisoned her for life. Politics used to be so interesting in the days before indoor plumbing and antibiotics.
Oh, and I also started The Thirteenth: Greatest of All Centuries – by someone – which….was written a in a previous century to this one to judge by the writing style.
So, yeah.
Riders of Skaith 
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