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Saturday Miscellany—4/1/23

Before we kick things off today, a quick announcement: due to the success of such things as my Grandpappy’s Corner series where I read picture books (and the like), I’m starting a new series this month—A Latter-Day Victorian Reads Erotica (logo forthcoming). It’ll kick off Monday with a deep dive into the works of E. L. James, and it’ll get racier from there.

And now on to our regularly scheduled offerings (a big thanks to Celeste’s A Literary Escape for all the help with this week’s offerings!):
Odds ‘n ends about books and reading that caught my eye this week. You’ve probably seen some/most/all of them, but just in case:
bullet Welcome to Brandon Sanderson’s Fantasy EmpireEsquire‘s Adam Morgan didn’t set off as much controversy as his colleague at Wired did last week. I’m still Sanderson-agnostic, but it’s stuff like this that makes me not want to be.
bullet Guinness names four-year-old boy world’s youngest author—Awwww
bullet Literary baby names ranked from least to most cringey.—this is a handy list for prospective/expecting parents. Or just fun to read for whoever.
bullet An Interview With Tao Wong!—K.R.R. Lockhaven chats “with Tao Wong about cozy fantasy, food in books, and Kickstarter projects”
bullet Constructing Doom in Eli Cranor’s DON’T KNOW TOUGH—Paul J. Garth breaks down a pivotal scene (maybe the pivotal scene) in Cranor’s novel. If you’ve read the book, this is a rewarding look. If you haven’t—stay away from this post until you’ve corrected your mistake.
bullet Crazy Jobs 5 Famous Female Authors Had Before Writing—(I’m a little jealous of Octavia Butler, I’m sure the reality doesn’t match the fantasy around that job title, but man…)
bullet I don’t (often) talk about adaptations, but how do you not get excited about this announcement from Edgar Wright?
bullet Let’s Talk Bookish – Do Genres Change Over Time?—As I usually do when it comes to Let’s Talk Bookish prompts, I ran out of time to scribble anything in response. I think it’d have looked like a less thoughtful version of Peat Long’s had I managed to.
bullet The Absurd Infantilisation of Children’s Literature—The Orangutan Librarian starts with the hatchet job taken to Dahl’s works and moves on from there.
bullet Why I disagree with the Bowdlerisation of Agatha Christie by HarperCollins—Mike Finn nails it
bullet What I’ve learnt from reading fiction – part 9—as always, I love these posts.
bullet Reading is a radical act
bullet Five Science Fiction Book Recommendations for Beginners—a good starter list. Also a decent list of SF reads for people who aren’t beginners
bullet How the Pandemic Changed My Reading Experience
bullet Have Book Bloggers Been “Deinfluencers” All Along?
bullet How To Work With Book Bloggers [Marketing Tips]—I can think of a few authors I’d like to send this post to if I could only figure out a way to do it without being/coming across as a twerp
bullet On Story-Savvy Audiences and Obviousness—this is incredibly important for the Thriller/Mystery community (but holds for every genre)

A Little Help for Our Friend
bullet Kickstarter: Mrs. Covington’s: A Cozy Fantasy Novel—It’s at 81 percent with 11 days to go, if you haven’t kicked in yet, why not do it today? Pretty please?

This Week’s New Releases that I’m Excited About and/or You’ll Probably See Here Soon:
bullet Know Thy Enemy by Jeffery H. Haskell—Grimm and the crew of the Interceptor are back in death-defying action
bullet Infinity Gate by M.R. Carey—”genre-defying story of humanity’s expansion across millions of dimensions—and the AI technology that might see it all come to an end.”
bullet Strictly No Heroics by B.L. Radley—”a normal teen girl must navigate crushing on her best friend, starting a new summer job, and not being squashed during the next supervillain showdown in B.L. Radley’s young adult debut filled with humor and heart.”

Lastly, I’d like to say hi and extend a warm welcome to Hilarey, who followed the blog this week. I hope you enjoy the content and keep coming back.
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AMENDED: Book Blogger Hop: Are Books a Must-Have in Your Home?

My sister’s 2¢ arrived after I posted this, but I didn’t want to leave her out (I left her out of enough things when we were kids, I need to stop that*).

* That’s a joke obviously—my little sister was the cool one, I was the one with the books.

Book Blogger Hop

 

This prompt was submitted by Billy @ Coffee Addicted Writer:

Are books a must-have in your home?

This seemed like a no-brainer of a question to answer, but I was fairly certain that whatever I ended up saying would sound a lot like something I’ve said before, so I decided to crowdsource the answer and reached out to family and friends asking them to respond to, “Are books a must-have in my home?” Here are their responses:

Steve
I’ve heard of a Chinese proverb, something like “never ask a fish about water.”

I would suppose that’s because a fish doesn’t know how important water is until it’s removed from it.

I pray you never have to be removed from printed words and their life-giving nourishment.

Steve’s known me longer than anyone who doesn’t share my last name or DNA, he knows whereof he speaks

Rosemarie
My first inclination is to go full Sicilian with my answer. I’ll be polite though and ask you, “Che cavolo dici?

Must-have…are we talking defined as an essential or highly desirable item? Let me ask you these questions in return. Does Stephanie Plum need Janet Evanovich? Is Charles Portis essential for Reuben J. Cogburn? How about Atticus, Jem, and Scout? Was Harper Lee essential to them? Would Mr. Darcy be desirable if not for Jane Austen? Would Lucy and Mr. Tumnus ever meet if not Lewis? What would H.C. have named his children if not for the books in his home?

Yes, I would say books are essential in H.C.’s home. But then I have always had a flair for the obvious.

Victor
Home? I thought he lived in a library branch!

Nicole
Initial reaction to this question
Obviously

Paul
“Are books a must-have in your home?” Does a fish need water? Car need gas….or electricity?? A camel need a hump? Or 2?? Peanut butter need jelly?? Elvis need Pike? Spenser need Hawk?? Quinn need Lily?? Rebus need Shiv?? A house of yours without books would be like the vacuum of space, nothingness hurtling at the speed of light in all directions, nothingness in chaos with nothingness…utter senselessness, utterly!!

Nisha
Yes!!

(I really hoped to have a paragraph or two, especially since I like to poke fun and be rotten. However, time and creativity escaped me!)

I was hoping for something more, honestly, but so were they. Figured Nisha would bring the funny, as they rarely pass up the chance to be rotten to their uncle–but I’ve been there, time and creativity are harsh and finicky mistresses. And, hey, “Yes!!” is accurate.

Carleigh, my daughter
Obviously

I’m sensing a theme.

Owen, my oldest
He just sent me this FB screenshot from when we were preparing to move a couple of years ago:
Obviously

A long day of work and being the family IT tech got the better of him, and he had to go with a practical answer.

My Sister
Are marshmallows a must-have for s’mores?
Is water a must-have for fish?
Is a flame a must-have for a fire?
Is oxygen a must-have to breathe?

I’m no expert on any of these things except s’mores and maybe breathing. But, I’m pretty sure books are as essential in H.C.’s home as any of these!
rama lama lama ka dinga da dinga dong
I would say they go together like rama lama lama ka dinga da dinga dong.

Be grateful that I’m not a BookTuber or a podcaster, no one wants to hear what that would’ve sounded like.)

My Dad
Q: Are books a must-have in H.C.’s home?

A: Absolutely! Yes, unless H.C. can totally reinvent himself and his home, family, and life. What kind of book? Probably doesn’t matter that much.

My Wife
That’s like asking if food, water, and clothing are must-haves.

My Mom (who goes last because she got serious and earnest about it)

H.C. has never lived without books in his home. He was read to and told stories from the time he was born.

At age 3 his readers weren’t always able to read to him when he wanted so he began reading on his own. He proved that he was truly reading, not just reciting books that had been read to him, when he began reading the local newspaper to himself. His appetite for books has continually grown. As his mother, I learned that I needed to read whatever books he was reading at the time so I could continue to talk to him about topics that were important and interesting to him. I ended up reading different genres (is that the right word?) of books than I would have on my own and found interesting topics and styles of writing. He outgrew me in High School with reading and requiring books to keep exploring and learning and enjoying. Fortunately, he had access to libraries since there were only so many places to shelve books in his home. He reads and re-reads books because he enjoyed them so much the first time. He remembers who wrote what book/s. He remembers the content of books he read yesterday, last month, and 30 years ago. He knows what books to recommend to or give to family members based on their interests. He treats books and their authors with respect and awe. He sees books as friends, as pathways to learning, and as entertainment. He shares books and his love of books with people he cares about as well as with people he doesn’t know. He thrives on books challenging him. The question of books being a must-have in H.C.’s home is not even a question. Makes as much sense as asking if H.C.’s body needs air, water, and food.

Oh, look, another theme.

What about you—is a house a home without a book?

The Friday 56 for 3/31/23: Hacked by Duncan MacMaster

The Friday 56This is a weekly bloghop hosted by Freda’s Voice.

RULES:
The Friday 56 Grab a book, any book.
The Friday 56 Turn to Page 56 or 56% on your ereader. If you have to improvise, that is okay.
The Friday 56 Find a snippet, short and sweet.
The Friday 56 Post it.

I’ve been reading a lot of ARCs lately, so nothing I can quote from, but MacMaster talking about editing book 3 in this series got me thinking about it. Ergo…

from Page 56 of:
Hacked

Hacked by Duncan MacMaster

“Let’s change the subject.”

“Well,” she said, “the rumours about you being kidnappig have really given interest in your books a big shot in the arm.”

“At least it was good for something,” I said.

I ordered breakfast, Geetha told me she already ate, so I only ordered for myself. I ordered big, waffles and Sausages with real maple syrup, coffee, and orange juice. I normally didn’t eat this big in the morning, but kidnappings really worked up an appetite.

Book Blogger Hop: Are Books a Must-Have in Your Home?

Book Blogger Hop

 

This prompt was submitted by Billy @ Coffee Addicted Writer:

Are books a must-have in your home?

This seemed like a no-brainer of a question to answer, but I was fairly certain that whatever I ended up saying would sound a lot like something I’ve said before, so I decided to crowdsource the answer and reached out to family and friends asking them to respond to, “Are books a must-have in my home?” Here are their responses:

Steve
I’ve heard of a Chinese proverb, something like “never ask a fish about water.”

I would suppose that’s because a fish doesn’t know how important water is until it’s removed from it.

I pray you never have to be removed from printed words and their life-giving nourishment.

Steve’s known me longer than anyone who doesn’t share my last name or DNA, he knows whereof he speaks

Rosemarie
My first inclination is to go full Sicilian with my answer. I’ll be polite though and ask you, “Che cavolo dici?

Must-have…are we talking defined as an essential or highly desirable item? Let me ask you these questions in return. Does Stephanie Plum need Janet Evanovich? Is Charles Portis essential for Reuben J. Cogburn? How about Atticus, Jem, and Scout? Was Harper Lee essential to them? Would Mr. Darcy be desirable if not for Jane Austen? Would Lucy and Mr. Tumnus ever meet if not Lewis? What would H.C. have named his children if not for the books in his home?

Yes, I would say books are essential in H.C.’s home. But then I have always had a flair for the obvious.

Victor
Home? I thought he lived in a library branch!

Rosemarie
Initial reaction to this question
Obviously

Paul
“Are books a must-have in your home?” Does a fish need water? Car need gas….or electricity?? A camel need a hump? Or 2?? Peanut butter need jelly?? Elvis need Pike? Spenser need Hawk?? Quinn need Lily?? Rebus need Shiv?? A house of yours without books would be like the vacuum of space, nothingness hurtling at the speed of light in all directions, nothingness in chaos with nothingness…utter senselessness, utterly!!

Nisha
Yes!!

(I really hoped to have a paragraph or two, especially since I like to poke fun and be rotten. However, time and creativity escaped me!)

I was hoping for something more, honestly, but so were they. Figured Nisha would bring the funny, as they rarely pass up the chance to be rotten to their uncle–but I’ve been there, time and creativity are harsh and finicky mistresses. And, hey, “Yes!!” is accurate.

Carleigh, my daughter
Obviously

I’m sensing a theme.

Owen, my oldest
He just sent me this FB screenshot from when we were preparing to move a couple of years ago:
Obviously

A long day of work and being the family IT tech got the better of him, and he had to go with a practical answer.

My Dad
Q: Are books a must-have in H.C.’s home?

A: Absolutely! Yes, unless H.C. can totally reinvent himself and his home, family, and life. What kind of book? Probably doesn’t matter that much.

My Wife
That’s like asking if food, water, and clothing are must-haves.

My Mom (who goes last because she got serious and earnest about it)

H.C. has never lived without books in his home. He was read to and told stories from the time he was born.

At age 3 his readers weren’t always able to read to him when he wanted so he began reading on his own. He proved that he was truly reading, not just reciting books that had been read to him, when he began reading the local newspaper to himself. His appetite for books has continually grown. As his mother, I learned that I needed to read whatever books he was reading at the time so I could continue to talk to him about topics that were important and interesting to him. I ended up reading different genres (is that the right word?) of books than I would have on my own and found interesting topics and styles of writing. He outgrew me in High School with reading and requiring books to keep exploring and learning and enjoying. Fortunately, he had access to libraries since there were only so many places to shelve books in his home. He reads and re-reads books because he enjoyed them so much the first time. He remembers who wrote what book/s. He remembers the content of books he read yesterday, last month, and 30 years ago. He knows what books to recommend to or give to family members based on their interests. He treats books and their authors with respect and awe. He sees books as friends, as pathways to learning, and as entertainment. He shares books and his love of books with people he cares about as well as with people he doesn’t know. He thrives on books challenging him. The question of books being a must-have in H.C.’s home is not even a question. Makes as much sense as asking if H.C.’s body needs air, water, and food.

Oh, look, another theme.

What about you—is a house a home without a book?

WWW Wednesday, March 29, 2023

Much of what I put in the post last week got derailed by cold-induced cognitive impairment, so you’re not imagining things—a lot of this is a rerun. But my cognition is back to my typical level of impairment—I’ll leave it to you to gauge how bad that is—so things should start moving here soon.

This meme was formerly hosted by MizB at A Daily Rhythm and revived on Taking on a World of Words—and shown to me by Aurore-Anne-Chehoke at Diary-of-a-black-city-girl.

The Three Ws are:

What are you currently reading?
What did you recently finish reading?
What do you think you’ll read next?

Easy enough, right?

What are you currently reading?

I’m reading Tower of Babel by Michael Sears, and am learning how much I can care about real estate shenanigans (a lot). I’m about to finish the delightful You Took The Last Bus Home: The Poems of Brian Bilston by Brian Bilston. I’m also listening to Space: 1969 by Bill Oakley, narrated by Natasha Lyonne and a lot of other people on audiobook.

Tower of BabelBlank SpaceYou Took The Last Bus HomeBlank SpaceSpace: 1969

What did you recently finish reading?

I just finished Harry L-B’s Billy in Space and Adult Assembly Required by Abbi Waxman, Emily Rankin (Narrator) on audio.

Billy in SpaceBlank SpaceAdult Assembly Required

What do you think you’ll read next?

My next book should be Backpacking Through Bedlam by Seanan McGuire and my next audiobook should be Vanished by Kat Richardson, Mia Barron (Narrator).

Backpacking Through BedlamBlank SpaceVanished

How are you ending the month?

The Friday 56 for 3/24/23: Please Return to the Lands of Luxury by Jon Tilton

The Friday 56This is a weekly bloghop hosted by Freda’s Voice.

RULES:
The Friday 56 Grab a book, any book.
The Friday 56 Turn to Page 56 or 56% on your ereader. If you have to improvise, that is okay.
The Friday 56 Find a snippet, short and sweet.
The Friday 56 Post it.

from Page 56 of:
Please Return to the Lands of Luxury

Please Return to the Lands of Luxury by Jon Tilton

Jane sighed and cradled the doll in her arms. As she studied the closest group of homes, the tag brushed against her hand. Her heart skipped a beat. Of course—even though she couldn’t read, she knew what the words ‘Spring Blossom Way’ looked like. She grabbed the tag and compared its letters to the ones on the sign. A few matched, but nothing exact.

Jane hurried down the street, stopping at each intersection until she found a match. A warmness swept through her, as if the letters had jumped off the sign and given her a hug.

WWW Wednesday, March 22, 2023

I’ve started to worry that these posts are becoming like those recipe blogs where the blogger goes on and on for ages before getting to sharing their Aunt Bea’s recipe for Peach Cobbler (the secret ingredient is lard—with a generous splash of bourbon). So let’s skip the preamble and get to the WWW Wednesday.

This meme was formerly hosted by MizB at A Daily Rhythm and revived on Taking on a World of Words—and shown to me by Aurore-Anne-Chehoke at Diary-of-a-black-city-girl.

The Three Ws are:

What are you currently reading?
What did you recently finish reading?
What do you think you’ll read next?

Easy enough, right?

What are you currently reading?

I just started reading the ARC of Tower of Babel by Michael Sears. I’m still strolling through You Took The Last Bus Home: The Poems of Brian Bilston by Brian Bilston. I’m also listening to Golden Son by Pierce Brown, Tim Gerard Reynolds (Narrator) on audiobook.

Tower of BabelBlank SpaceYou Took The Last Bus HomeBlank SpaceGolden Son

What did you recently finish reading?

I just finished the M.W. Craven’s Fearless—it’s going to be huge this summer. The last audiobook I finished was The Green Ember by S.D. Smith, Joel Clarkson (Narrator).

FearlessBlank SpaceThe Green Ember

What do you think you’ll read next?

My next book should be Backpacking Through Bedlam by Seanan McGuire and my next audiobook should be Adult Assembly Required by Abbi Waxman, Emily Rankin (Narrator), because I need a little lightness after Golden Son.

Backpacking Through BedlamBlank SpaceAdult Assembly Required

What are your WWWs?

Saturday Miscellany—3/18/23

Odds ‘n ends about books and reading that caught my eye this week. You’ve probably seen some/most/all of them, but just in case:
bullet An Unstandardized, Decentralized Carnival Fire: How Rare Books Are Cataloged—something I’d never given a moment of thought to before, but now I kind of want to spend weeks studying (Morgan Freeman voice-over: He won’t).
bullet Benedict Jacka’s new series officially announced—he’s been talking pretty vaguely about this for months, but now things are official enough that we get details.
bullet I Was a Teenage Pop Culture Detective: Hector DeJean on the delights of discovering cultural offerings in the days before the internet.—this goes beyond books, but I still think it counts. Readers of a certain age will identify with a lot of this. Younger readers might grow in their appreciation for how good they have it.
bullet Beyond the Wardrobe: A Commendation of the Wider Works of C.S. Lewis
bullet Reading in a Fallow Month
bullet How I plan my blog posts—Wait, what? You can plan these things?
bullet The Big, Long List of Awesome Indie Books—Great idea. And one I wish I had years ago. I was inspired for about 3 minutes by this to come up with my own. Then I started thinking about all the work involved and opened Twitter instead.
bullet Speaking of great ideas involving a lot of work…The Longest SFF Series by Word Count
bullet Are Wild Adaptations of Your Work a Sign You’ve “Made It” As an Author?
bullet Why Rereading Books is Worthwhile: Rediscovering Old Favourites

A Book-ish Related Podcast episode (or two) you might want to give a listen to:
bullet Fiction Fans Author Interview: The Hero Interviews by Andi Ewington—since I finally got around to writing about the book this week, I could let myself listen to this. A good chat about a good book—brought up a lot of stuff I forgot to say, too.
bullet Fiction Fans Author Interview: Mrs. Covington’s by K.R.R. Lockhaven—Sara and Lily talk to Lockhaven about the Kickstarter for his new novel.

A Little Help for Our Friend
bullet Kickstarter: Mrs. Covington’s: A Cozy Fantasy Novel—It’s almost at 40 percent after 4 days, if you haven’t kicked in yet, why not do it today?

This Week’s New Releases that I’m Excited About and/or You’ll Probably See Here Soon:
bullet Vera Wong’s Unsolicited Advice for Murderers by Jesse Q. Sutanto—a delightful mystery about tea, found family, loneliness, and (sure) a murder. I tried to express how happy it made me earlier this week
bullet Good Dog, Bad Cop by David Rosenfelt—It really feels like The K Team series is coming into its own with this one. I talked a bit about it recently.

Lastly, I’d like to say hi and extend a warm welcome to SHANNON K SEXTON, who followed the blog this week. I hope you enjoy the content and keep coming back.

The Friday 56 for 3/17/23: Backpacking through Bedlam by Seanan McGuire

The Friday 56This is a weekly bloghop hosted by Freda’s Voice.

RULES:
The Friday 56 Grab a book, any book.
The Friday 56 Turn to Page 56 or 56% on your ereader. If you have to improvise, that is okay.
The Friday 56 Find a snippet, short and sweet.
The Friday 56 Post it.

from Page 56 of:
Backpacking through Bedlam

Backpacking through Bedlam by Seanan McGuire

Sitting down to dinner inside a giant termite mound, and other sentences I’ve never considered before.

The patriarch turned out to be a smiling man roughly Thomas’s apparent age, with paler spots than most of the others, and who went by the unprepossessing name of “Kenneth.” That was almost reassuring. Real-life cult leaders don’t usually call themselves “Bloodfang the Consumer,” but they also aren’t generally content to go around being named “Kenneth.”

Highlights from February: Lines Worth Repeating

Highlights from the Month
One thing I’ve learned lately is that if I don’t get this done right away at the beginning of the month, it slips away from me. Good to know, I guess, eh? On with these lines from my February reads…
The Hero Interviews

The Hero Interviews by Andi Ewington

It’s worth noting that ‘success’ in the adventuring business is usually measured by whether you’re still breathing after completing an adventure. Those who aren’t successful typically wind up dead.

“My father taught me that you always get out of life what you put into it. If you’re only paying a Dwarf in crumbs, then you’re only going to end up with a pissed- off Dwarf who is still hungry.”

Balstaff: … I just hoped someone would come to my rescue before I froze to death— or worse.”

Me: “What’s worse than freezing to death?”

Balstaff: “Being eaten alive by hungry Snow Wolves.”

Danger is just death’s distant cousin once removed— many an adventurer has fallen foul of it.”


Bad Memory

Bad Memory by Jim Cliff

“Discretion is my middle name,” I said. “It’s a shame it doesn’t fit on my business cards.”

The dealer button moved around to me and I picked up the cards and gave them a shuffle. The six of us fitted around Scott’s kitchen table so long as everyone breathed in and nobody minded the odd elbow in the ribs.

Her glasses were designer – I could tell because the designer’s name was discreetly embossed on the frame. Her suit didn’t have any names on it, but I figured clothes designers were just more humble

“You’re lucky you caught me in a good mood. I just got a hole in one on the 17th. What is it?”

I resisted the urge to say ‘it’s when the ball goes in the hole on the first hit, but that’s not important right now’ and asked my question.


The Silk Empress

The Silk Empress by Josepf Matulich

“So, that’s what air pirates really look like.” They resembled none of the flamboyant descriptions of the penny dreadfuls he’d grown up on. He’d expected striped pants, velvet coats, and satin sashes. This group looked the type to rob pig herds on the way to Newcastle.

His mother would have approved of his lack of possessions, a sign of spiritual freedom. He tried to feel in his heart the way she did, but he would have still have preferred to have had a few more books.

He hurt. His right leg felt to be filled with blades and broken glass. One of his arms ached to the bones from shoulder to fingertips; he couldn’t feel or move the other. A slow catalogue of all his injuries actually made him chuckle. I should be happy to hurt so much, he thought. You don’t feel anything when you’re dead.

With the long guns they carried, seven of them could shoot Algie as he engaged the eighth. He had been shot once already this year, and he’d like to keep it that way at least until Christmas.


Magpie Murders

Magpie Murders by Anthony Horowitz

Alan Conway’s home was a couple of Framlingham and it would’ve been almost impossible to find without Sat-Nav. I’ve lived my whole life in a city roads actually go somewhere, because frankly they can’t afford not to.

You’d have thought that after twenty years editing Murder Mysteries I’d have noticed when I found myself in the middle of one.

It had all come to me at Paddington Station. The extraordinary moment that all of them must have felt–Poirot, Holmes, Whimsey, Marple, Morse–but which their authors had never fully explained. What was it like for them? A slow process, like constructing a jigsaw? Or did it come in a rush, one last turn in a toy kaleidoscope, when all the colors and shapes tumbled and twisted into each other forming a recognizable image?


Finley Donovan Jumps the Gun

Finley Donovan Jumps the Gun by Elle Cosimano

My phone vibrated again as I reached for the keyboard.

Vero: I hope you remembered gloves….

I dug my mittens from the pockets of my coat and drew them on, wishing I’d been prepared with something a little more Temperance Brennan and less Bernie Sanders.


A Man Named Doll

A Man Named Doll by Jonathan Ames

“A child’s portion of Don Julio,” I said.

I always order alcohol that way–stole it from an old mentor, a cop long dead. But he used it for food because he had diverticulitis. I use it for alcohol because I’m Irish. But that’s not entirely ture. I’m also half Jewish. On my mother’s side. I’m half Jew, half Mick, all ish.

We both stared at the little hip of ice on his desk, at $289,000 worth of sparkling carbon. Which up close, under a microscope, looked like a palace.

It was bumper to bumper, thousands of cars jammed together, going nowhere and somewhere, reaching speeds as high as five miles per hour, ten if we were lucky; and even with the recent rain, the white smog, which we live in all the time, was especially thick,and you would never know that just a few miles to the east the whole valley basin was ringed by beautiful mountains, the San Gabirels.

But they were obscured by the white filth, and it’s old news, of course, but we are forced in this modern life, to always hold two ideas in our mind at once: one, the natural world is beautiful, and two, we are destroying it.


The Foundling, the Heist, and the Volcano

The Foundling, the Heist, and the Volcano by K.R.R. Lockhaven

“Why did you bury the treasure?” Azure asked.

Wakeman looked to her with an extremely confused expression. Even Mr. Threepbrush, who was usually over- the- top respectful, looked at her like she had just said the stupidest thing he’d ever heard.

“Uh… cause that’s what one does with treasure.” Wakeman couldn’t keep the condescension from his voice.

“Aye, Captain,” Mr. Threepbrush added, “what other choice did he have?”


Red Rising

Red Rising by Pierce Brown

Steel is power. Money is power. But of all the things in all the worlds, words are power.

I learn more when I make mistakes, so long as they don’t kill me.


Pocket Apocalypse

Pocket Apocalypse by Seanan McGuire

Airplanes: essentially buses that fly, and hence have the potential to drop out of the sky at any moment, spreading your insides—which will no doubt become your outsides sometime during the collision—across whatever you happen to have been flying over. Since we were flying mostly over ocean, I was sure the sharks would appreciate our sacrifice.

“Family matters more than anything else in this world, Family doesn’t have to love you. Family doesn’t even have to like you. But when you need them, family has to have your back.”


Broken

Broken by Don Winslow

Behavior that was cute when you were in your twenties becomes aggravating in your thirties, pathetic in your forties and tragic in your fifties.

“father” and “mother” are verbs before they’re nouns.

(Image by DaModernDaVinci from Pixabay)

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