Couldn‘t have translated it better.
Wow, I guess these ARE the kind of eyeglasses a spider would wear, if a spider wore eyeglasses. Too cool. Trust Paul Pope to think of it.
Wow. This one‘s so good. Amazing good. Perfect good. Best trilogy I‘ve read since . . . His Dark Materials, I guess, which was the best since . . . Lilith‘s Brood? (though if Card‘s Xenogenesis has stayed one book, that trilogy would be in this mix).
Is this a regional construction, maybe? I‘ve never heard it. I like it, though. Anyway, a third through this one already, and I think I started about ten minutes ago. Scalzi always reads fast: good exposition handling, dialogue-driven story, and all the surprises and reversals we need to keep us turning the page. Funny, too.
This one‘s a lot of fun so far. Can‘t imagine it won‘t keep being a ball. A, yes, disco ball. It‘s got Valente‘s usual inventiveness and fun with language, but, this time out, a kind of Scalzi velocity and glibness, and some kind of wry absurdity I guess I‘d associate with a . . . Kilgore Trout type, maybe?
So dig getting lost in Joe and Nate‘s world again. Nate Romanowski is to Joe Pickett as Leonard Pine is to Hap Collins, as Joe Pike is to Elvis Cole. Series detectives need a good bud, who‘ll go that one step further. Wonder if this dynamic goes across the fence to urban fantasy? Wonder why these are all dudes I‘m talking about? Do women detectives also have this kind of sidekick/friend? I guess in fantasy-fantasy, animals often fill this role.
I haven‘t read this since January of 2000. Here goes read #2, for the haunted house grad seminar I‘m teaching . . .
Went into this figuring, sure, I‘ll learn some more Odin stories. Maybe I‘ll get some decoder ring for American Gods. What I got, though, was a lesson in how important tricksters are, not just to creation, but maintenance. Without Loki stirring things up—and I always kind of hated him for it—then things stagnate, and forget themselves. Gonna remember this.
This is kind of fun in an old-fashioned cosmic horror way (if that‘s your thing) (it‘s not mine), but there must have been just an abundance of commas in the early twentieth century. This book is just littered with them.
This is one of those novels where I can‘t put my finger on any kind of plot yet—quarter through—but I keep turning the pages all the same. For the writing. For the characters. For the details. For the lines. For this perfect way to render a horse shying away, that captures the haughty way the horse draws its head back.
I could not be any more in love with this book than I am. Really? If this book hits the shelf first, who knows if I even write Mongrels. So much similar going on. I want to give it to everyone for gifts this year. And then sit there and watch them read it and wait for them to finish so we can talk about it.
Really really digging this one. It's like The Lost City of Z, except earlier and more exciting. Reminds me of all the Charles Berlitz (and all those) I lived and died by as a kid, and still keep in my heart, in kind-of secret.
I got zero time for a 600-pager, but I got zero self-control, too. Meant to just dip into this for a few pages. Now I can't get back out.
Digging this one. Kind of reminds me—the spareness, the disassociative motions—of Sara Gran's Come Closer. Reads fast, too; I'm a quarter through, and it's been a busy day at a con.
Digging this one.
Hey, check what just showed up at my door. Happy with how this one turned out. I mean, design/layout wise. As for the story, the innards? Who knows. Probably just doodles of alligators, with a lot of erasing.
Reading the screenplay, actually, not the novel. Just watched it, then watched all (ALL) the documentaries and special features, then watched it again with commentary on. Next, I don't know, I'm knocking on Thomas Harris's door, I suppose.
This book kind of just absorbs you in. Captivating, engrossing, all that good stuff. And fun. Too? I think this—The Complete Collection Deluxe Hardcover—is the single heaviest book I've ever read.
Finally digging into this one. Pretty great, being back in this world, with these people.
Every single sentence of this novel is blowing me away. Best thing I've read in a while. Couldn't be more impressed.
SUCH a satisfying perfect wonderful end to either this series or this arc. This and Starve are as good as comics get.