Anyone else have major issues with the logic in this book, or am I just being cranky?

The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. (Ursula K. LeGuin, "The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas")

Just got this, and really wish I could start reading NOW. ❤ the cover! #noir #debutnovel #antihero

She would have known it was a library with her eyes shut: the hush of it was enough, like a velvet nest in which she'd been carefully nestled, and the smell, the heavy spicy aroma of slowly, imperceptibly decomposing leather and paper, of hundreds of tons of dry ink.

Take everything you love about Harry Potter, everything you love about Narnia, and everything you love about fairy tales, then throw it all in a blender with lots of existential angst and a dash of psychotropic drugs. This is not your father's fantasy series.

"The higher you get the more you realize how much bigger than you everything is."

I have never yet known a man admit that he was either rich or asleep. (Stephen Maturin) 💤💲

I have had such a sickening of men in masses, and of causes, that I wouldn't cross this room to reform Parliament or prevent the Union or to bring about the Millennium. I speak only for myself, mind - it is my own truth alone - but man as part of a movement or a crowd is indifferent to me. He is inhuman .... The only feelings I have - for what they are - are for men as individuals; my loyalties, such as they may be, are to private persons alone.

For some reason I've been on a Stephen King kick, re-reading novels I haven't read since I was 15, and this remains the best of them all for being genuinely scary to me. Because it's not just supernatural horror -- there's the fear of creeping insanity as well.

After watching season one of The Magicians, I excitedly downloaded the first book in the series. HOW DID I MISS THIS TIL NOW?! It has everything: sex, drugs, depression, profanity, angst, and magic. It's Narnia on steroids.

This is my favorite science fiction book of all time, beating even my other favorite, A Canticle for Leibowitz. Both are separate but related stories tied together; both make you want to cry for humanity's foolishness and capacity for greatness. It's spiritual in a way that's so inclusive I wish I could make it required read in schools.

This is painful to say, but honesty demands: I didn't love this installment of the Discworld City Watch series.

Sam Vines is one of my three favorite people in all of fiction (the others are Jack Aubrey and Stephen Maturin), and he was still visible in this book, but only just. Mostly he was eclipsed by -- sigh -- fart jokes. That's what really hurt.

If you love Pratchett for his wit, give this one a miss and re-read Feet of Clay.