Saturday, 22 November 2014

A minithon morning


Merry Minithon, minimuffins! It's that time of year where we get together to sort of read some stuff and definitely snack a lot and tweet really quite a bit. It's minithon time. Organized, as ever, by our beautiful miniblogging overlord, Tika

To the minis!



SNACKS:
  • Mandarin Oranges: mini oranges
  • Crispers: mini chips, really, when you look at their size
  • Mini Rolos: MINI ROLOS
  • Babybels: mini cheese wheels
  • Cherry Tomatoes: mini tomatoes, made minier by the fact that we started eating them yesterday
  • Mini Muffins: mini requirement
  • Taquitos: literally mini tacos, right?
  • Mini Mozza Fingers: mini cheese explosions like obviously
  • Jalapeno Poppers: mini ... sized ... bites? Readathon requirement as per Sarah and I'm not about to start questioning her wisdom


BOOKS:
  • The Pale Horse, by Agatha Christie: The smallest Christie on the shelf
  • A Study in Scarlet, by Arthur Conan Doyle: Look how tiny. Also it's 162 pages and I've been reading it since June and for God's sake, Kayleigh, just finish it
  • 1Q84, by Haruki Murakami: I am currently reading this so I wanted it in the pile. Also, I'd only read a mini amount 
  • Brain on Fire, by Susannah Cahalan: I've been wanting to read this since it came out (2012) and I'm having a mini crisis because I haven't yet (mini-justification provided by Neil, bless him)
  • Landline, by Rainbow Rowell: I'm on pg 249 of 308, so only a mini-amount left
  • Maus I, by Art Spiegelman: It's relatively small as far as books go, and it's on every readathon pile I ever put together. One of these time, Maus. One of these times
  • Locke & Key, 2, by Joe Hill and Gabriel Rodriguez: The size is mini but my excitement is not
  • The Walking Dead, by Robert Kirkman, Charlie Adlard, Tony Moore, and Cliff Rathburn: I'm on Chapter 3, and I'd only read a chapter, so. Mini

I'll probably read 20 pages today, realistically, but oh the 20 pages I could choose from.

Bring on the mini-ing! 

A classic GIF for classy folks.

We're on twitter with #minithon. Probably instagram, too. Possibly we'll get some wandering minstrels involved, but those guys are notoriously flighty, so no promises.

[time passes]
{unsure of source; found here}

Edit: 5:06 pm, Fort St. John time (I don't know. It's Pacific Time but they don't do daylight savings so I guess it's Central or Mountain or whatever the minithon is over is the point)

I am upset because humanity is the worst. I'm reading Maus, I guess is what I mean to tell you.

ANYWAY HERE ARE SOME STATS I GUESS,

Read:

From Study in Scarlet: 36 pages
From Locke & Key 2: 137 pages
From Brain on Fire: 5 pages (hahaha, ah. Sounds right)
From Maus: 66 pages

Total Read: 244 pages (thanks, comics!)

Despite the the deep and abiding sadness and sense of pointlessness so far caused by Maus (which I'm actually really liking, though I understand it doesn't sound like it), I had a fabulous time. I hardly blogged at all this year, and yet you all keep welcoming me like I'm an established part of your internet community. I'm really and truly grateful, and I love you all more than a little.

Thank you ever so much, Tika, for organizing this. You're really, you're just the best. Like you mentioned on twitter, I think I may just keep minithonning for the rest of the day. I really so want to finish Study in Scarlet. Also I vastly overestimated my ability to consume minisnacks, so there are many of those left over.

SO LISTEN: This blog is not exceedingly active, but neither is it dead. For e.g., I really want to talk to you all about Charlotte Lucas from Pride and Prejudice (I'm in a play, you see, and I'm playing her. Ergo, I have an overabundance of feelings regarding the character). I've got part of a post written, but I'm having a hard time articulating. Also having a hard time differentiating between the script and the book, but we can talk about that later. Suffice it to say, we will talk again before the next bookish event.

In conclusion:

Do I need a reason? I do not.

(It's 5:40 now. Man, but does it take me forever to write a nothing thing.)

Monday, 11 August 2014

How to Build a Girl, Ch 21-End: Hello, book hangover, my old friend.

"Oh look, I am crying." - p 280

How nice of Moran to provide such an apt quote in this, our final section. This is the last post in the How to Build a Girl readalong, hosted by Emily at As the Crowe Flies (and Reads!), which makes me sad on multiple levels.

Spoilers, ho.

I don't, I have no idea what to say. This book was great. Here are some quotes that I liked/made me rend my garments due to surfeit emotion:

"'I tried to make it better', I say. 'But I got it wrong'" - p 262/263

"Every book, opera house, moon shot, and manifesto is here because someone, somewhere, lit up silent when someone else came into the room, and then quietly burned when they didn't notice them." - p 264/265 -- That one took my sappy, romantic heart, gave it a Wesley and Buttercup kiss, and then made it watch Inigo Montoya's story.


Awww

Owww

"When really you were about as secret as the moon. And as luminous, under all those clothes." - p 269

"And as luminous, under all those clothes," I say again. 

"I believe in music and gin and joy and talking too much and human kindness." - p 285 (hashtag teenagewallquote)

I'm so relieved that the John Kite story line resolved the way it did. You're a stand-up guy, Johnny. Certainly relatively.

No, but really. He's a gem and I love him forever.

I don't even know. I'm going to lean on the benefits of readalongs and leave it to you guys to say insightful things. 

Things I'd like to talk about if it weren't for Sunday-evening brain (or: I hope you folks tackled these things/maybe let's talk about them in the comments):

  • Mental health 
  • The almost-threesome 
  • Sexual orientations represented in the book
  • Final thoughts on the Parents Morrigan

All I can say with certainty is that I loved this book and Moran writes some killer Acknowledgements. 

Thanks, Em, for hosting. Thanks, Moran, for writing. Thanks, HarperCollins, for publishing. 

If you want to pre-order the book, you can do so here

Monday, 28 July 2014

How to Build a Girl, Ch 11-15: Speed round

Quickly, while it's still Monday!

Emily at As the Crowe Flies (and Reads!) is hosting this auspicious Moranalong, wherein we're reading Caitlin Moran's upcoming YA novel, How to Build a Girl. So far, people are generally fond. Pre-order the book from Emily, if ya like. Or from wherever. Or don't pre-order it. I'm not your mom. (Did I steal that joke from another readalonger? It's hard to tell sometimes, with the hive mind.)

There's no time for marking spoilers in speed-round blogging, so if you're worried about such things, maybe skip this post. 

This weeks reactions:

  • Johanna says things that I would have loved as a teenager but, reading now, make me think "Oh, honey. You are so young." The "always summer above the clouds" bit is what I'm thinking of.
  • So many Almost Famous feelings at the John Kite show.
  • First thought: Oh no, she's gonna bang John Kite. Then he was tripped up and concerned, seeing her cry during his songs, and I accidentally fell in love with him, too. Dangerous creatures, sweet guys with guitars.
  • It took two years for her secret to get out? Does that make sense? Maybe something else brought this about?
  • The taking-away-the-TV thing - did that happen in Moranthology, too? Seems familiar.
  • My note for pg 152-153: "I haaaate this." I don't blame the dad for asking Johanna to help him, here. Damn these shades of grey! I need an Umbridge in this novel.
  • And then, ah, lightening the mood, wanking to thoughts of medieval demons. Classic Johanna.
  • The drunk editorial meeting made me desperately uncomfortable.
  • pg 165/166 "Under the common teenage misapprehension that anyone is (a) observing and (b) gives any kind of fuck what I'm doing." Hello, lifelong delusion. 
  • Kite kissed her gently on the mouth, "[Johanna's] heart explodes like a swarm of bees," and I died (pg 170).
It couldn't be helped, this GIF.
  • Trouble next week to come in the form of bands responding poorly to Johanna's scathing reviews and also Rich's obscene mouth. 

I could wait, come up with a more thoughtful and coherent post, and post this on Tuesday ...



Monday, 21 July 2014

How to Build a Girl, Ch 5-10: I'm in too deep

I AM HAVING SO MANY FEELINGS. THIS POST WILL LIKELY BE INCOHERENT. 

But first, administrative business: this post is part of the How to Build a Girl readalong, hosted by Emily at As the Crowe Flies (and Reads!), made possible by HarperCollins, and necessitating the pre-ordering of the featured book. Do iiiiit. Do it. Spoilers will be marked, reactions will be GIFed, and feelings will be shouted.

Also, sorry I didn't make it around to your posts last week, fellow readalongers! Please know that I adore you and will do better this week. Non-readalongers, you should definitely check out the other folks participating. They're the actual bee's meow.

Chapters 5 though 10 carried on in the grand Moran tradition of sneaking bits that touch the ageless core of you in amidst bits that make you violently snort/laugh. This bit
"Musicals are strictly for the homosexuals and womenfolk," Kenny says drily, in a way that's so post-post-postironic it actually stops being communication, and simply becomes confusing and unhelpful. (p 100)
is part of the latter and pulled a choked, garbled, vaguely laugh-related sound out of me that I think may have frightened my husband.

This bit
I am eating this noise like mouthfuls of freezing, glittering fog. I am filling with it. I am using it as energy. Because what you are, as a teenager, is a small, silver, empty rocket. And you use loud music as fuel, and the information in books as maps and coordinates, to tell you where you're going. (p 91/92 in the ebook)
is part of the former. This bit I would have printed out and taped to my own collaged, teenage-bedroom walls. I needed this bit; I needed Joanna, when I was her age. And I'm so sad I didn't have her and so happy she's in the world now. I made endless mixed tapes as a teenager and latched pretty hard onto High Fidelity (which I love on an elemental level to this day). But how much more wonderful would it have been to have relatable, fucking female character to cling to? Johanna's experience of music appreciation being a male-only game is something a lot of us have felt, but having her out there, ready to be loved by teenage (and, obviously, adult) girls from this day on makes things seem a little better.

Can I just: "I am eating this noise like mouthfuls of freezing, glittering fog." God dammit, Johanna. Johanna.

I feel you, is what I'm saying.

Bury me with that quote. I'm getting that quote tattooed on my neck. 

Johanna is cool and uncool in equally unbearable measures, perfectly illustrated in the pen name she's chosen: Dolly Wilde, Oscar Wilde's infamous, tragic, lesbian niece. Johanna is so damn enthusiastic in her name choice, enjoys it in a way that we've been taught is uncool. (That flavour of uncool 


is yet another aspect of her character I think all the readalongers in this bar can relate to.) I just want to cradle her to my bosom, is all. 

Also, at this point in the story *spoilers, I guess, to the end of the post* she's starting to see real success as a music journalist. Unfortunately, we're less than half way through the book.

Predictions for the horrible badness that's sure to come: 
  • Conflict with her dad using her to push his band.
  • Some manner of horrific misogyny from the media she's trying to be a part of.
  • Scary sex stuff (who even knows it's just she's so little and I worry about her. See above re: bosom.)
  • The next band she sees covers the Scooby Doo theme song.

Monday, 14 July 2014

How to Build a Girl, Part 1: Humour, Wanking, and Truth Bombs

It's Monday, which means we've got the How to Build a Girl readalong to distract us from the bummer that is, y'know, Monday. Thanks ever so to Emily at As the Crowe Flies (and Reads!) for devising such a scheme. Another thanks to HarperCollins for giving us a sneak peak of this book because, shock me shock me shock me, it's awesome. This week we read Part 1, so it's possible you'll see spoilers pop up, especially in the comments, but I'll mark them if they're to appear in the actual post. Really, you should just go ahead and pre-order it (Emily's got your back there, too).

Disclaimer: This post will not be comprehensive, on account of I moved houses this week and, therefore, sucked on the notes-taking front. I did not suck, however, on the not-breaking-plates front. You pick your battles.

First, the most important thing: Johanna's got a younger brother named Lupin. Did I not tell you Harry Potter would come into this? I totally told you Harry Potter would come into this.


Don't act like you're not impressed, Snape.

This book keeps lulling me into a humour stupor, so I'm kind of blind sided each time I read a profoundly relatable line, even though they keep happening. Our hero, Johanna, is 14 and one of five kids in a poor family. Poor economically, mind you. Rich in love and embarrassment and Annie-devotion. Even if you can't relate to her exact situation, she goes and says things like, "When I get to London, that is when I will start being me" (p 31). Damn if that's not a nearly inescapable sentiment. It'll be different when I'm done high school, finished university, working a real job. I've had many a conversation with my Mom about avoiding this kind of feeling, not waiting until some indefinable point in the future to start living life or obtain certain qualities. (My success in this varies. Now that I'm living in my first house, for instance, I will surely exercise regularly and stop getting take-out and grow my own vegetables and keep the place immaculately clean. 

It just follows.)

Another relatable quote, still not spoilery and more on the heartbreaking side: "Because my biggest secret of all -- the one I wouldn't even put in my diary -- is that I really, truly, in my heart, want to be beautiful. I want to be beautiful so much -- because it will keep me safe, and keep me lucky, and it's too exhausting not to be" (bold is mine) (p 53). I mean, I JUST.

Johanna is me. Johanna is all of us. Because Moran spends the first 50 pages of the book establishing this kinship between the reader and Johanna, that moment of embarrassment -- that catastrophic nightmare of an experience -- is all the more painful. Thanks for that, Caitlin. I was planning of bursting into flames that Saturday afternoon, anyway. Well, we needed a jumping off point, and the rest of the book is a reaction to that experience, as I understand it.

Also it's super funny and I'm happy to see such an unembarrassed account of a girl wanking and it is SO HOT HERE and I can't write anymore. (I thought we lived in the North. What is this 30+ degree nonsense.) Next week will surely be better. (When I have more time, that is when I'll write thought-provoking posts. [Ah, balls, did it again.]) 

Monday, 7 July 2014

How to Build a Girl, Introduction: Did everyone get a name tag?

This is officially one of the most exciting things I've done on the internet. Are you ready? Get ready, because it's exciting:

The intrepid Emily over at As the Crow Flies (and Reads!) is hosting a pre-publication readalong of Caitlin Moran's upcoming novel, How to Build a Girl. Emily is living every English major's dream, a dream exacerbated by You've Got Mail


Oh, Shop Around the Corner.
*"You'll Be in my Heart" plays softly in the distance*

and selling books at the Odyssey Bookshop. I hope you twirl in there on the daily, Em. Anywhat, with the book selling comes super fancy perks like being able to host a readalong for a book that ISN'T EVEN OUT YET. YEAH. (I know reading ARCs is old hat for a lot of you, but for me this is, like, a brand new hat. A still in the box, new-hat-smell smelling hat.) Because Emily is amazing, she's hooking us up with advanced copies of How to Build a Girl and bringing us together to read in tandem. 



This week is the introductory post, and next week we'll start readalonging in earnest. To that end, hello! I'm Kayleigh. I'm a copy editor living in northeastern British Columbia and I have a lot of feelings about the Oxford comma, Harry Potter, and BBC's Sherlock. It's likely that all of these things will make an appearance during the course of this readalong.

Caitlin Moran, by the by, is also a Sherlock fan.


SEGUE

She wrote about the life-ruining masterpiece of a show in the only book of hers I've read so far: Moranthology, a collection of articles she's written over the years. I loved Moranthology and followed her on Twitter because of it, which is how I learned that Louise Brealey (who plays Molly Hooper


ily, series 3 Molly

in Sherlock) will be reading the audiobook version of How to Build a Girl. IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER. All this to say, I find Moran hilarious and am really looking forward to seeing how her humour translates to fiction.

To those of you I've known for a while: hello and I've missed you and please allow me to kiss your noses. 

To those of you who are new: hello and let me know if I can get you anything and we'll work up to the nose kissing thing.

Sunday, 22 June 2014

Movie Enthusiast: A Long Way Down

Nick Hornby wrote a book and so they made a movie out of it. Such is the nature of things. 

The premise: "Four people meet on New Year's Eve and form a surrogate family to help one another weather the difficulties of their lives."

The genre boxes: Dark comedy, drama, inappropriate Breaking-Bad-quote inducer 

The reaction: The book was better. (This is the first time such a sentiment has been uttered. Take note, historians.)

The part where I say more things about it: A++ casting, Nina Gold (thanks, IMDb). Pierce Brosnan is perfect as the disgraced media personality Martin Sharp, though a bit more likeable than Book-Martin. Toni Collette is waaaay younger than I pictured dowdy and downtrodden Maureen, but she kills it, on account of she's Toni Collette and she can do whatever she damn well pleases. Aaron Paul and Imogen Poots are not at all what I imagined JJ and Jess to be, but 15 minutes in I was on board. I mean, 


look at Aaron Paul and his adorable face. 

(Jess can be grating, but so can Book-Jess. [And, like in the book, you feel a bit bad for thinking she's grating and wind up loving her anyway. So well done, there.]) 

Story-wise, they pretty much stuck to the book, as far as I can remember; until they didn't. (I need to re-read it, but I lent my copy to a co-worker and then moved. I have two of her books. Sorry, Laura! [She does not read this blog. {I am still sorry.}]) It's still a story of an unlikely band of suicidal misfits. It keeps a nice mix of humour-that-you-only-sometimes-feel-bad-for-laughing-at and touching moments. Maureen's story was moving, as it had to be. They did have to skip over a great deal, on account of time; and they sort of polished it and made it happier than the book, which was a bit of a miss, for me. 

The ending was entirely different, and there is one thing in particular that I think was a divergence from the book, but I'm not totally sure. So if you've read the book and don't mind having the movie spoiled, please read this next bit; otherwise, skip to the terrifying cat GIF:

Movie spoiler goes here! Avert thine eyes, spoiler-wary. Do Jess and JJ have a love story in the book? Like, together, I mean. No, right? Because they did in the movie and I was pissed. Remind me whether I should be pissed at the book, too.






Super terrifying, right?! At first it's cute, but then it reminds
you of The Yellow Wallpaper and you never sleep again.
Ah, right. Sorry about that.

I'm contractually obligated to like all things Nick Hornby, so I did like it. It left me wanting to watch About a Boy and read High Fidelity, but really, so do most things. Actually, now I really want to watch High Fidelity, too.




Delightful.

The verdict: Watch it if you're an Anglophile because there are some nice London shots, and watch it if you're a Hornbyphile because you can't help yourself. If you are neither of these things, watch High Fidelity. (If you are both of these things, watch High Fidelity.)

Sunday, 8 June 2014

Suddenly, Posting

HEY, KIDS! It's been a while. Nice of Tika to arrange a minithon to encourage this auspicious return to the internets. 


And nice of OITNB to lower the participation expectations and provide what will surely be a gaggle of applicable GIFs (I'm still searching for an "Everybody dies" GIF. From the third or fourth episode of season 2? When Piper's taking back all her stuff? So versatile, in this GRRM world.)

The minithon was extra mini today. I read 68 pages (oof) from two books I'm re-reading (The Shining [even better than I remember] and Bridget Jones' Diary [more problematic than I remember, but still funny]). I did take a picture of my mini-puffs and mini-pop, though:

Note Orange is the New Black in the background
 and understand the previously mentioned
68 pages.

So, how about some lifey updates, seeing as we haven't got much in the way of books to talk about?

What's happened

Winter here was rough, mood- and weather-wise. I haven't really been reading, and I certainly haven't been blogging. I'm missed both things, but mainly I've missed you guys. So that's something I'll be working on doing more of: checking in with you all more regularly. 

My role at the environmental consulting company I work for has changed from copy editor + receptionist to copy editor, full stop. IT'S THE BEST and I like it very much.

I volunteered backstage with the local theatre group at the musical they put on in April, and it gave me infinitely more hope in terms of being happy here in the semi-North. Will definitely be auditioning when they get their new season going.

What's happening

Neil and I are buying a house!


Look how crappy and tiny it is! I love it with my whole heart. 

What will happen

I don't want to set myself up for failure and say I'll post once a week, but I'd certainly like to engage more often with you lot. I like your faces, you see.

Neil and I take possession of the house (tentatively dubbed Shack von Wittgenstein) in July, and we'll have to work out what our decorating scheme will be. He doesn't care, so I'm thinking white walls with many manner of interesting things on them (like every actual item from this guy's shop). And random, ultra-colourful furniture. Yes, good. Also, you know, we have to replace the 20-year-old water heater but details

And that's the haps, as they stand. Now to fend off the Sunday blues with more OITNB and laundry folding.

Tuesday, 11 February 2014

Bleak Along - Shoes are for the weak


WARNING: Rambly readalong post herein.


Not only is it time for our Bleak Along posts, but I've actually finished the reading.


First, a couple notes on last week's reading:

1) You guys were right about Esther. Her refusal of Guppy's proposal and subsequent befuddlement at her emotional response was hilarious and endearing like woah. (Though she really won me over in chapter 14 by referring to her face in the third person. Approved.)

2) RICHARD WANTED TO BE A PIRATE. YOU NEED TO TELL ME THESE THINGS.

Onward! This week we're talking about chapters 12-21. This section was a roller coaster of emotions, for me.

If "happy banana" were "BOYTHORN!" and "sad banana" were
"I'm Dickens and I'm more like those characters I write as tediously loquacious
than I'd care to admit." *squints at Mr Chadband*

Overall, though, I'm thoroughly sucked in. I'm the type to make exclamations while reading, mainly to feel like I'm including Neil in the experience (lucky man), and my most common exclamation in this section has been "Fucking Richard." At least Skimpole's self aware, albeit in a sociopathic kind of way. 

Also a result of this section: I'm completely obsessed with Lady Dedlock. What, in fact, is her deal? Questions for you regarding Lady D:

  • She's definitely Esther's aunt, right?
  • And the sister Jarndyce was closer to than he was to Lady Dedlock was Esther's mom?
  • Who was Nemo and how was he related to Lady D? Was he Esther's father?
  • Did she know who Esther was on sight? (Yes.)
  • Why is she so enamoured with her pretty maid? Just ... face? She has a really nice face?
  • In those third person chapters, who is narrating to us? Who is calling Lady D "My Lady"?

I love that this mystery is really just a question of who Esther's parents were, but somehow Dickens has managed to wind up the tension to the point where I freaked RIGHT. OUT. when Esther heard Lady D's voice behind her (when they took shelter from that storm). The glory of that scene's conclusion, by the by, and the image of Hortense tromping off barefoot through the blood of her enemies rain-soaked grass carried me through the third-person chapters that followed. 

Hortense, though, you guys. When she was first introduced, there was a note attached to her name that might have been (probably was) a major spoiler, so that's colouring my view of her slightly. She is bad as ass, though, right? Super suspicious and bad as ass.

Dickens really breaks out the horrifically tragic children in this section: Peepy, whose continued peace of mind was conditional on petting Esther's and Caddy's faces. And Charley, with her over-sized bonnet, working so hard for her younger siblings. And Jo, having to move on though he's been moving on since he was BORN AND GODDAMMIT.


This post is getting long and has no logic to it, but there's just so much. Parting thoughts:

  • Guppy got really creepy, really fast.
  • Mr. Badger is way more in love with Mrs. Badger's previous two husbands than he is with Mrs. Badger.
  • Caddy's dancing teacher is named Mr. Prince Turveydrop I mean.
  • "It was so pretty to have her clinging to me in that way, hiding her face."
    • Esther finds Prince Turveydrop appealing because he is fair and feminine.
  • Esther's also maybe interested in Mr. Woodcourt but let's not talk about that.
  • Why is Flite getting paid off?
  • Good God, the names of her birds. That is some easterly shit.
  • "Mr Quale asked Ada and me, not inaudibly, whether [Mr Gusher] was not a great creature - which he certainly was, flabbily speaking."

I just, that's it for now. Thank you, Alice, for hosting us and, most importantly, bringing Boythorn into our lives.

Tuesday, 4 February 2014

Bleak Along - There are no dragons in this story, are there?


We made it; it's time. Today marks the first post in our wonderful Alice's Bleak House Readalong. We're doing away with introductions (by this time I know you guys like the back of my ha-OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT) and discussing chapters 1 through 11. So, to that end,


*jumps through your window*

would you like to talk about Bleak House? I've only read through the end of chapter 6 (HAHA THIS IS GOING SO WELL), but I hope to distract you with GIFs and quips like ... nope, I just looked through my notes and there's no quippy material there. It'll have to be the GIFs, then. 


Who's worried? I'm not worried.

I bought the Penguin Classics clothbound edition, 


because pretty,

and I was a bit daunted at the beginning, because there were thirteen endnotes on the first page of the first chapter. That is too many. We're just talking about fog. I am concerned. But I'm finding myself mainly ignoring these unless I'm actually confused about something. Plenty of helpful notes on Chancery, for example. 

But the story. We hear about the fog; we read what's got to be one of the first instances of the phrase "blew his brains out" (pg 16 in my edition); Mr. Sladdery the librarian waxes Gilbert and Sullivanesque, repeating "of my high connexion, sir," with all the grace of a modern major general (pg 25); and finally we come to Esther's narrative. 

Oh, Esther. You with your Jane Eyre backstory and your complete lack of guts. I am not particularly fond, you guys. Ada's a bit nothing, too. The Jellyby ladies, at least, have personalities  Mrs. with her passion for Africa and disinterest in family, Miss with her unparalleled expression of teenage angst ("I wish Africa was dead").

I have an urge to pat her on the head.

It's taking me a bit to get into the story. I mean, when we get to Bleak House, Dickens walks us through what feels like every room of the house, describing every piece of furniture in every room. I mean, I just. It's getting better, though. We're getting to the characters now. For example John Jarndyce and his blame-taking east wind (anyone else go immediately to "His Last Vow" [Sherlock season finale] with that one? Cry a little, maybe? Search for a GIF of John saying "There's an east wind coming" for half an hour and break your heart all over again?



Dammit, self).

So, higher hopes for next week, in which I will catch up with you guys if it's the last thing I do. I am SO HAPPY to be reading along with you lovely internet dwellers again. Thanks for bringing us together, Alice.

Saturday, 11 January 2014

On a Winter's Day a Minithon

Though it be but little, it is fierce.

And then BOOM. It's minithon time again. 

9:00 am

Morning, bookternet! The unparalleled Tika is hosting the biannual minithon today: it's all the fun in one third the size. We'll be partaking in all the great reading-marathon activities: snacking, tweeting, taking pictures of our snacks, reading, snacking. Hashtag is #minithon and house words are "Just one more chapter."

TO THE BOOKPILE.


From the bottom:

The Walking Dead, Compendium One, words by Robert Kirkman, art by Tony More, Charlie Adlard, and Cliff Rathburn. Decidedly not mini in size, this is a collection of volumes 1-8. So, you know, the volumes themselves are mini-books, page-wise.

Saga, Volume 2, words by Brian K Vaughan, art by Fiona Stapes. Mini in size, again, though my excitement to read it is on the mega-side. Think I'll start with this.

Quidditch Through the Ages, by Kennilworthy Whisp with slight JK Rowling involvement. Harry Potter companion book!

Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them, by Newt Scamander and maybe JKR again a little bit. I just had a quick look through and couldn't find the crumple-horned snorkack but WHATEVER I guess I'll still read this. (I've finished the introduction already, so this book is even mini-er.)

Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore, by Robin Sloan. I'm currently reading this, so I had to include in the pile. Mini because it's in paperback. And because the text is smaller than the other books in my pile, on account of it's a novel.

Bit of a reach, that one.

Finally, I've got Revenge, by Yoko Ogawa on my e-reader because good actual crap, I started reading it in October, and it's teeny, and I need to finish it already. It works out, because it's a series of semi-linked short stories. Mini format with creepy overtones? Get in my face, Revenge.

Time for food! I'm starting with some mini doughnuts and coffee while some mini quiches are baking away. 




Pardon the crappy picture. There's no time to frame and crop and whatnot! There's READING to be done!

What are you all starting with?


1:05 pm

Time for the mid-thon check-in post.

Books Finished: Saga, Vol. 2 and Revenge
Snacks Consumed: Mini doughnuts, mini quiches. Currently baking some pepper poppers. (Anything called a "popper" has GOT to be mini.)
Blogs Visited: Tika at Reading the Bricks (obvs), Emily at As the Crowe Flies and Reads, Rayna at Libereading, Megs at The Terrible Desire, Alley at What Read Read, Alice at Reading Rambo, and Laura at Devouring Texts.
Happies Happinessed: All of them. All the happy.




5:03 pm

THAT'S IT. Well done, internet! And thank you so much, Tika, for hosting this. Thanks to all you wonderful nutbars for being so wonderful. 

I wound up finishing Saga, Vol. 2RevengeFantastic Beasts & Where to Find ThemThe Walking Dead, Vol 2.; and a couple chapters of Mr. Penumbra's, which is getting delightfully quippy. 

How'd your reading go? How'd your snacking go? I had some mini-Turtles and they were a revelation. I may eat nothing but them forever and ever amen.

What a brilliant way to spend a Saturday. Now to get a copy of Bleak House for our next great adventure. (Have you signed up yet? Because you should sign up.)

Saturday on, periwinkles.