Megan Whalen Turner
Mar. 12th, 2006 08:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rushthatspeaksDear iTunes:
It was a touch of diabolical brilliance to play Tori Amos's song 'God' while I was reading the second-to-last chapter or so of Megan Whalen Turner's lovely book The Queen of Attolia. I appreciated it all the way to the bookstore, where, fortunately, they had The King of Attolia, so that I merely had to bite my tongue and pay hardcover prices instead of running screamingly mad.
Mind you, the bookstore trip was not your fault. The bookstore trip was entirely the fault of the author and the people on the Internet who recommend me books. I wasn't that fond of The Thief, which is the first of these-- I mean, it was a perfectly reasonable and entertaining book, but not necessarily something I'd rave about and make others read-- but the second one managed to do everything I've always wanted a Judith Tarr book to do less overdramatically and that I've wanted a Tamora Pierce to do with more subtlety and fewer friendly animals to be the protagonist's mascots, and I'm very, very happy about that.*
Therefore I am not actually going to have the computer exorcised, especially since I doubt Tori would respond to exorcism in any case, unless it in some peculiar way involved popcorn and snow-globes and everyone dressing in teal, and then she'd only leave the computer to come to the party.
But I am holding it against the universe in general that hardcovers are so madly expensive these days.
Sincerely,
Me
*Actually, I quite like Judith Tarr and don't object to Tamora Pierce; it's just that I have a vague subtle sense that I would prefer something a little different aesthetically about both of them. Turner hits whatever it is, as does Elizabeth Wein's The Winter Prince. Uh... 'grit' is not the word I'm looking for, because it can be very pretty. The sense of real wounds?
It was a touch of diabolical brilliance to play Tori Amos's song 'God' while I was reading the second-to-last chapter or so of Megan Whalen Turner's lovely book The Queen of Attolia. I appreciated it all the way to the bookstore, where, fortunately, they had The King of Attolia, so that I merely had to bite my tongue and pay hardcover prices instead of running screamingly mad.
Mind you, the bookstore trip was not your fault. The bookstore trip was entirely the fault of the author and the people on the Internet who recommend me books. I wasn't that fond of The Thief, which is the first of these-- I mean, it was a perfectly reasonable and entertaining book, but not necessarily something I'd rave about and make others read-- but the second one managed to do everything I've always wanted a Judith Tarr book to do less overdramatically and that I've wanted a Tamora Pierce to do with more subtlety and fewer friendly animals to be the protagonist's mascots, and I'm very, very happy about that.*
Therefore I am not actually going to have the computer exorcised, especially since I doubt Tori would respond to exorcism in any case, unless it in some peculiar way involved popcorn and snow-globes and everyone dressing in teal, and then she'd only leave the computer to come to the party.
But I am holding it against the universe in general that hardcovers are so madly expensive these days.
Sincerely,
Me
*Actually, I quite like Judith Tarr and don't object to Tamora Pierce; it's just that I have a vague subtle sense that I would prefer something a little different aesthetically about both of them. Turner hits whatever it is, as does Elizabeth Wein's The Winter Prince. Uh... 'grit' is not the word I'm looking for, because it can be very pretty. The sense of real wounds?
