Monthly Archives: December 2011
Back in February, when Snowmageddon hit, I decided to set a reading goal for myself of 35 books for the year of 2011. It didn’t seem like much – something I would blow through – and then sometime in June I realized I was something like four books behind and I thought, “Huh.”
Last night I apparently finished my reading goal for the year, just in time for finals. Some of them were fantastic, some of them were absolute crap, some of them were for school. Nonetheless, I read 35 books, amounting to over 13,000 pages.
And now, for your reading pleasure, here’s my year in books!
Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man Steve Harvey*
Johannes Cabal the Necromancer Jonathan L. Howard (review)
Kiss & Tell MariNaomi (review)
Game of Thrones George R. R. Martin (review)
Clash of Kings George R. R. Martin
Batman: The Long Halloween Jeff Loeb
The Country Wife William Wycherly
Batman: The Dark Knight Returns Frank Miller
Storm of Swords George R. R. Martin
Gulliver’s Travels Jonathan Swift
The Best American Poetry of 2010 (review)
The Taming of the Shrew William Shakespeare
Love in Excess Eliza Haywood
Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood Marjane Satrapi
Watchmen Alan Moore
Persepolis: The Story of a Return Marjane Satrapi
The Beggar’s Opera John Gay
PEN/O. Henry Prize Stories 2010
A Feast for Crows George R. R. Martin (review)
Ghost Story Jim Butcher (review)
With the Light… Vol 1: Raising an Autistic Child Keiko Tobe
Dream Country Neil Gaiman
Fantasy Freaks and Gaming Geeks Ethan Gilsdorf
Holy crap, you guys.
I do plan on writing a long blog post about the things Beth and I giggled about the entire time she, her brother, Techno Jesus, and I were at my roommate’s wedding on Sunday, but that will have to wait, because I am at my parents’ house for the next week or so and thoroughly exhausted and I’ve told the Wedding Story about four times since I got here, so I am temporarily Wedding Story’d out.
The bedbugs have returned to my apartment, and I was just inches from running away screaming from the premises. You have no idea. As it is, I may be able to get a fumigation arranged while I’m gone and quivering in the bug-less bed in the room I share with my sisters in my parents’ basement, so let’s cross our fingers.
Last night Techno Jesus and Chris of Binary Expletive and I went to go see Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows last night. I wore my fancy corsetry. When Techno Jesus finally sends me the pictures, I will post them here for you to see. Let’s just say my waistline looked very Victorian and very fantastic, and was very confusing to the employees of Steak ‘n Shake at 1am after we saw the film. The film itself was pretty good – there were a few slow bits and a few bits that made me roll my eyes and wish we could just move on (the physical fight Watson and Sherlock have while the latter is in drag is not something I can imagine anyone being amused by due to its monumental stupidity), but they did a fantastic job with Moriarty, if nothing else. While the film did not grab me the way that the first one did, as far as second films go, it was really not all that bad.
On the subject of films, when I saw the trailer for this one, I immediately ran to my father’s room and asked him on a daddy-daughter date to go see it when it comes out in December 2012.
He said yes.
Because I don’t have much to say in this post, here’s a cleverly-worded book review!
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Robin McKinley has never failed to enchant me with her work, and this book is no different. From the first time I picked up The Blue Sword in first grade, I have loved this woman and the way that she reinvents the way girls’ stories are told.
This is most definitely a YA book, but from page three I could not turn away or put it down. There is not much in the way of plot, if you consider plot to be “here is the definitive goal” and “here is the definitive conflict” and “here is the definitive villain.” A lot of it comes as a “slice of life” story, the main characters getting to know each other, while hints of a major conflict to come slowly but surely begin to form. You do not hit what I call the major conflict until the very end of the book, but since I’ve known before I picked it up that she was working on a sequel, my only qualm upon turning the last page was that I wanted to read that sequel now.
Pegasus is a lovely story that takes it’s time letting you get to know the history, the structure, and the people of the kingdom that McKinley created. What’s more, you get to know the main characters on such a deep level that you cannot help but know them as real people (or pegasi), and I almost didn’t care that there was no traditional conflict except for what was bubbling beneath the surface. I genuinely cared about the characters and wanted to see them succeed, be happy, interact. After the faith I’ve been losing in YA lit over the past few years, McKinley brought me back with this novel.