I’ve been reading so many good books lately, I’m going to just do a long post. Mostly science fiction, I’ve been working through my TBR pile and depleting it, and in search of more good things, I’ve been combing the Hugo and Nebula awards and nominees for the last five years for more ideas.
My breakfast/lunch/in the mood to just read book is The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss. It has been on my list for a long time, so long that my husband has read it and the sequel. Now he’s stuck longing for the third book which shows no signs of coming. I feel for authors who get in that place where they’re apparently stuck, but oh, the poor reader…
That I hate to get attached to a story that won’t be resolved is in my mind, in the background. I think the writing is beautiful, and I enjoy the songs and poems interspersed, whereas often I skip those while reading.
The world is rich and interesting.
I’m not sure I like the narrator. He’s a bit full of himself, and I’m sure he has a reason for his general distrust and anger, but so far I’m not sold.
My bedtime book is Clockwork Dynasty by Daniel H Wilson. It started out seeming to be something of a tale of ancient treasures found, but quickly evolved into an action packed tale of survival (essentially) set in the 1700s and present day.
While I waited for The Stone of Farewell to arrive, I picked up Patrick Rothfuss’s Name of the Wind. It is ever on my to read list, and my husband really loved it. After reading the Dragonbone Chair, with its descriptions of Osten Ard and its denizens, Name of the Wind seemed almost Hemingwayesque with it’s short sentences. I’ll get back to it after finishing the Tad Williams tales.
This afternoon, because I was in the mood and my other books were way downstairs, I read the intro to a short story collection Ghosts by Gaslight: Stories of Steampunk and Supernatural Suspense edited by Jack Dann and Nick Gevers. I’ve had it for awhile, but that’s the lovely thing about having your own books rather than always borrowing them, they are right there for you when you’re ready to read them. I have a long history of loving short stories. I have so many old collections of science fiction, fantasy and horror tales. Those particular genres really suit the short story form, for me. This one, in it’s wonderful introduction (I always read Introductions, Forwards and Prefaces) talks about the Victorian era and how it’s modernization of the wide world actually gave rise to many new tales of horror and “scientific romance”. I have read so many of the authors they mention. The book is full of tales by modern authors setting their tales in Victorian times, and I’m hoping they are successful in making new stories in the manner of the old. Since I love the era and have read so many of the best the times had to offer, I’d love new stories set there.
Stone Of Farewell came this afternoon and I just sat down and began to happily read it. It picks up right were the last novel left off and our heroes and heroines are heading into ever more danger. There are so many great characters in these books, when I write up Stone of Farewell, I’m going to be sure to mention my favorites. I got an edition that is larger than my Dragonbone copy. I’m delighted that it has more maps, and they’re much easier to read. I couldn’t make out the details even with a magnifying glass in the first paperback of the series. I love maps.
I’ve been reading quite a bit lately, happy times. I want to list them on Goodreads, but because I signed up for the goal of 50 books, when I log in there they blast me with a message “You’re (insert number) books behind on your goal! Eek! Reading Goal Shaming…