I assembled this fat robot, this blog, reluctantly; unwilling to believe there really was a world in which a reader might be given books for free just by wanting to read them. And rant about them afterwards. But it turns out to be true!
Tomorrow I’ll wish for a unicorn. Stay tuned.
I buy a lot more books than I can justify buying. I have a pile of unreads numbering something like two hundred by now? Maybe more hundreds, I completely lost track when the kindle came around. I blame cultural conditioning in childhood, when the fear of running out of things to read was a very real, very threatening concern.
The library is of limited use when you prefer to read in a foreign language. (Yes, English is foreign around here.) Even if I wanted to read in my native language, the things I want to read wouldn’t be translated in any hurry. Aaanyway.
I have enough love for Terry Pratchett and the Discworld that I actually want it to take up valuable space in my home, so the new hardback books are all on my List. I have a few of them already, today I ordered three more. (The three very first in the series, actually, because I keep convincing myself I’m going to get around to that complete reread.)
Also, The Sick Rose: or; Disease and the art of medical illustration. Because I’m into that kind of thing. You won’t be surprised to know I also tend to gravitate towards Cronenberg films. One of my favourite books as a wee fat robot was about the black death. I raided my grandfather’s Reader’s Digest and Illustrated Science for more delicious accounts of ebola and leprosy and bleeding eyes. Oh, and sharks.
That’s about a week’s fridge budget well spent, right? Who needs food when there’s an entire box of quality Lapsang Souchong to be had, anyway.
As we’re now in July, and this fat robot didn’t exist even last week, I shall add depth and context – and content – with a sensational list of my ten favourite reads so far in 2014. Okay? Okay.
Not ranked, only counted:
- Ann Leckie, Ancillary justice
- Neal Stephenson, Anathem
- Karen Joy Fowler, We are all completely beside ourselves
- Charles Stross, The Rhesus chart
- James S. A. Corey, Cibola burn
- James Tiptree Jr., Her smoke rose up forever
- Daniel Kahneman, Thinking fast and slow
- Mary Roach, Spook
- Joe Hill. Nos4a2
- Connie Willis, TIme is the fire: The best of Connie Willis
Something old, something new, some short stories, some non-fiction, some “should have read a long time ago” and some “Wow everyone is going gaga over Ann Leckie, I have to see this”.
I don’t have to talk about my least favourites, do I? It’s not like Earth Awakens can’t just be quietly forgotten even if you thought you’d always be obsessed with everything in the Enderverse and read three fourths of it angrily. I mean, yeah, no, let’s not.
I’m trying out some common bookblogsy post types, like “Waiting on Wednesday”, for telling you about books I’m impatiently waiting for. Here goes.
Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes will be released, according to my Amazon wishlist, on July 31st. (Another source says Sep 16, which is probably a sad thing for someone in some other location. I’m in Norway and had to wait a long time to get my cold, mechanical hands on some of Beukes’ previous titles, so ok shut up.)
(There was a paragraph here full of purple prose about the unbelieveable cool that is Lauren Beukes, but it flipped the Awkwardness switch, so uh anyway.)
Here’s the published description of Broken Monsters:
A criminal mastermind creates violent tableaus in abandoned Detroit warehouses in Lauren Beukes’s new genre-bending novel of suspense.
Detective Gabriella Versado has seen a lot of bodies. But this one is unique even by Detroit’s standards: half boy, half deer, somehow fused together. As stranger and more disturbing bodies are discovered, how can the city hold on to a reality that is already tearing at its seams?
If you’re Detective Versado’s geeky teenage daughter, Layla, you commence a dangerous flirtation with a potential predator online. If you’re desperate freelance journalist Jonno, you do whatever it takes to get the exclusive on a horrific story. If you’re Thomas Keen, known on the street as TK, you’ll do what you can to keep your homeless family safe–and find the monster who is possessed by the dream of violently remaking the world.
It’s been on the Fat Wishlist for months already.
The current reading material is David Brin’s The uplift war, the Hugo award winning third part of the first Uplift trilogy. I’m not hugely enthusiastic yet, although the Tymbrimi aliens have a lot more charm to them than anything encountered in Sundiver, the first book. Inbetween them came Startide Rising, which has dolphins in space, and had me looking up killer whales on wikipedia, which is a plus in a book. Not the killer whales, but making me want to learn more things about things.
Anyway, I’m not quite halfway through The uplift war. If it matches the others, I won’t really see it picking up speed until I’m about 60% in. Slow reading pace indicates I’m not going to rate it very high, but something cool might still happen. Fat robot fingers crossed.
I don’t have an audiobook going on at the moment, though I usually do, while engaging in listening-optimized activity, such as playing Civilization V. I have a paperback for reading when it’s convenient, which is almost never, because who wants to bring to bed a thing that isn’t self-lit or practically sized? It’s Story Engineering, anyway, by Larry Brooks. I read about making the kind of thing other people would perhaps be inlined to read, sometimes, because flipping a pancake without breaking it doesn’t always provide a sufficient sense of achievement.
The reason I still cope with some paper books is that sometimes there are sales and not everything is available digitally and I’m weak. Terribly, terribly weak.
That’s it. That’s my status update. Um, have a good evening. I’ll be going now.
I am a book blog. I am the exagerillionth attempt at a book blog conceived by the Hands on the Keyboard since first making the discovery: Wait a minute they call online diaries blogs now and I’m not blogging about books yet?!
That was something more than a decade ago. All previous incarnations died in the crib. This is because the Hands on the Keyboard is already groaning about the skill: Reviewing the things?! NEIN!
It’s called, I think, “Mixed feelings”. No, I’ve been corrected, the appropriate term is either “Performance anxiety” or “Lazy ass”. I will keep you informed.