Started: 2/19/18
Finished: 2/25/18
Sequel to Green Rider (which I read back in Jan/Feb 2017). Good fantasy, good sequel. I found it relaxing after the pressure of reading new/unusual fiction (like The Stars are Legion – SO WEIRD).
Started: 2/19/18
Finished: 2/19/18
I flew through this YA novel/thriller. I have a minor quibble with one of the ways the title is used, but otherwise, this was pretty good.
Started: 2/17/18
Finished: 2/18/18
Lovely novella about lesbians in 1940s San Francisco with a little bit of magic.
Started: 2/10/18
Finished: 2/17/18
Post-apocalyptic Australia, so lots of desert. For whatever reason, I’m not a huge fan of desert stories, and this has been kind of a slog for me. Update: a slog through to the end.
I am not a pizza snob. I love pizza of all kinds, from all places. I don’t love all toppings, but that’s my own personal taste – I don’t care what you put on your pizza.
So we went out to a pizza place last night, and for the first time, I’m questioning whether what we had was really pizza. I mean, it came out on pizza dough. It was round (not a requirement, but a helpful visual indicator). It was flat. It had crust. But instead of sauce and cheese, it had mashed potatoes, bacon, and scallions. That’s it. It was good, to be sure, but was it pizza?
I’m on the fence. It certainly didn’t scratch my pizza itch (we’re ordering more traditional pizza tonight), but who am I to say it can’t be called pizza?
Mashed potato pizza, I’m sorry I questioned your bona fides. I apologize for repeatedly telling John today that you weren’t pizza. I didn’t mean it. It was only so I could justify having pizza again for dinner tonight.
I am ashamed.
Started: 2/6/18
Finished: 2/10/18
A generation ship story with clones, told over a LONG period of time in a series of vignettes. Pretty good – we spent just enough time with the characters in each story to like or understand them. There was one episode that seemed a bit extreme, but it was good storytelling, so I’m okay with it.
Started: 2/3/18
Finished: 2/5/18
WEIRD. Like, I still don’t know what was going on exactly, or how that society worked. Are the ships alive? And there was this journey segment that, while it gathered up some companions for our hero, didn’t really teach her anything, so what was the point of that exactly? I found a lot of it offputting.
Something smells in our kitchen, and I can’t figure out what. I’m pretty sure it’s the fridge, since the smell appears after we open the fridge door (unless that’s just coincidence, which I haven’t ruled out), BUT when we stick our noses right in the fridge, nothing smells bad. I’ve already tossed everything that could possibly have gone bad or be going bad, and there are no spills. I’ve gotten rid of the ice just sitting in the freezer. The trash has been taken out. The garbage disposal is clear.
This smell won’t go away. I mean, it DOES go away – it fades pretty quickly and even when it first starts, it’s not as strong as it was earlier in the week, but why does it keep coming back? What is it coming from?
It’s driving me crazy.
Which reminds me of the smell in the car, which has FINALLY gone away. About a week ago, we smelled skunk right around our parking spot, like a skunk had sprayed or died or something near the car. No sign of it, but the whole area smelled. We got in the car, no smell, and went off to do whatever we were doing that day. Then, every day for the next week, outside was all clear, but we could smell skunk pretty strongly INSIDE the car. It was just this morning that we got in and realized the smell was gone. Why was it inside the car but not outside? It was gross.
Bad smells suck.
Started: 1/28/18
Finished: 2/3/18
Speculative fiction, second American civil war begins 60 years from now, the south refuses to give up oil. Told entirely from the point of view of a young southern woman fighting, not for the cause (she doesn’t care about oil), but because the war (and the north) destroyed everything she knew and loved. It felt real and dirty and uncomfortable, and I’m not sure I liked it, but it was good.