Stacking the shelves – Buried giants and apocalyptic anthologies

Oh, man, my eyes hurt. Maybe the whole sinus-jaw-mess of things. I’m not even looking at the screen right now, just squinting and waiting for the hot shower and caffeine and everything to do their jobs and grant me access to my face.

It’s springtime, I guess!

And I’m doing my first stacking the shelves-post, because… because I like reading them when other people cause them to pop up in my bloglovin feed.

Um, yeah.   Kindle purchases this week:

  • Kazuo Ishiguro’s The buried giant
  • J.J. Adams (editor) The end is nigh
  • David Wellington’s Positive
  • Monica Byrne’s The girl in the road
  • V.E. Schwab’s A darker shade of magic
  • Nancy Kress’ After the fall, before the fall, during the fall
  • J.J. Adams (editor) Wastelands: Stories of the apocalypse
  • Flannery O’Connor’s The complete stories
  • M. John Harrison’s Viriconium
  • Dave Hutchinson’s Europe in autumn

And  I got Peter Newman’s The Vagrant as an audiobook, too.

In my defense for this week – my boyfriend did a little shopping spree. We share living space and libraries and have 98% overlap in reading preferences, so it really does count as stacking my shelves. He also got the kindle edition of The girl with all the gifts, because he doesn’t do audio, which was the format I already had it in. (And it happens to be one of my favourite audio recordings, too. Excellent narrator!)

Almost forgot – I pre-ordered Seveneves this week too.  I’m so impatient for this book, it’s ridiculous…!

(I just deleted a chunky paragraph where I ranted about cost of digital English-language books vs, uh, non-digital non-English books.  And it’s just blah.  It’s hard to stop instinctively going defensive about frivolous purchases, actually. But there’s nothing to defend, so I’m exercising some messy self-cognitive-therapy-blablahAHAMWAHA BOOKS I SHALL HAVE MORE BOOKS.)

Hoarding: Cyber Monday

I finished NaNoWriMo! I’m not sure I’ll have the guts to even look at that text document ever again, but hey.  It had a couple of nice rewards this year, like three free months of premium Evernote,  and a discount on the “word gym” 4thewords, which might actually help me to do this stuff more consistently than one frantic month every year.  “Do this stuff” as in “writing”, of course.

Then there were sales! We don’t have a thanksgiving holiday where I am, but we have adopted “Black Friday” as a tag to put on a sale that would probably happen anyway.  I spoiled myself with a pair of heavily discounted new Bose QuietComfort 25 headphones. The ones that actually block out noise and “create” silence. I got a pair of an older model for christmas last year, and have loved them to bits – seriously, they’ve been in use every single day. And they’re not broken or anything, I just blah blah reasons.   They’ll be here in a couple of days, I’ll probably celebrate with increased audiobooking for a while.

Also cyber monday! Which is when the books are usually fluttering about at silly prices.   I got a modest haul –  partly because I have already paid attention to amazons kindle deals for a few years now, so I’ve actually already picked up a lot of the relevant books they tend to put into the sales, like all the Octavia Butler and Robert McCammon and Kurt Vonnegut and whatnot.   This year, I got these:

James Tiptree Jr., “Brightness falls from the air”

Ian McDonald, “Out on blue six”

Ian McDonald, “Broken land”

Aaand I got Mary Doria Russell’s “The Sparrow” on Audible.

I feel okay about my wanton consumerism here, all of these books were on my wishlist already.

By the way?  The other day, I wandered into a used book store, which I don’t do a lot anymore, for a plethora of reasons.  The main reason is they’re so crowded and over-full it’s just too hard to browse the books in a satisfying manner.  Also, e-books.   I mainly went in there looking for some old childhood book memory treasures.  Failing that, I alway feel guilty about leaving that kind of store without buying,  so I tried to find something interesting and unknown.   I chose Mappa Mundi by Justina Robson,  came home and showed it to CompanionBot, who pointed to the book shelf behind him and said, of course,  “It’s there already, we have that one.”

Yeah, well.  I have been meaning to go donate a bunch of books to the charity shop anyway…

Backyard sale haul

Yeah, the other day, the interesting independent book store (there is only one of them in this area that is of any interest to me – it’s true!) launched its annual backyard sale.   I don’t actually want physical copies of books, and especially not hard covers, because I simply don’t have the space to keep them in – and yet…  Books, right? Right?

I wasn't kidding about lacking space. All my shelves are stacked double at this point. Also, I need room for my teenage mutant ninja turtles.
I wasn’t kidding about lacking space. All my shelves are stacked double at this point. Also, I need room for my teenage mutant ninja turtles.

I came away with five books, of which three were already on my wish list / TBR,  so that felt almost… smart and reasonable?  Wallet says nah.

AND! The backyard wasn’t enough reckless spending for me.  Because I feel like I’m probably going to be a Kameron Hurley fangirl once I get a grip and read a novel of hers – I grabbed The Mirror Empire. (Partly because I also like to buy books from Angry Robot. I mean, obviously!)

Hoarding: Howl’s moving castle

House on legs!
House on legs!

Howl’s moving castle is a kindle daily deal today! If you actually need convincing, despite the film,  I promise Diana Wynne Jones is awesome.  I read the much lesser-known Archer’s Goon last year and solemnly vowed to always turn to DWJ on growly days, which I may have neglected to actually do, but at least I remember thinking it.    Howl now lives in my moving kindle.

Hoarding: The sick rose and pretty Discworlds

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.