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Jul. 15th, 2008 09:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skygiantsBooks books books okay. These three are each part of a different series that I am slowly working my way through. Variety is good?
Ellis Peters' Monk's Hood: I do not love the whole 'Brother Cadfael's Old Girlfriend NEEDS HIM NOW' subplot, although his squirming is kind of hilariously awkward. I do love Brother Mark and the not!twins - interesting characterization is really where the Cadfael books excel.
Philip Reeves' Predator's Gold: This is the sequel to Mortal Engines, and Badass Hester continues to be the best thing about the books - although I did get very frustrated during the first half of the book, which involves a Love Triangle and Hester being angsty and possessive. Understandably so, but still. Also, Professor Pennyroyal is like a carbon copy of Professor Lockhart. However, I LOVE the end, in which both Hester and and to a certain extent new girl Freya get down with their ruthless and morally ambiguous badass selves without a backward look. Tom, meanwhile, continues to fill me with profound ennui, which was not helped by him being the only one to trigger the Stalker's memory. It makes me sad that the woman (of color) who was Anna Fang's beloved friend and protege gets less than nothing, and Super Special Tom gets saved.
L.A. Meyer's Under the Jolly Roger: Being an Account of the Further Nautical Adventures of Jacky Faber: Someday I will do a full proper pimp post about the Bloody Jack books, because I love them, and my love continues untarnished even after devoting a significant part of my thesis to one - which is something, I think. I adore Jacky and her moxie and the fun she has with everything. She's just enjoying herself SO MUCH with the taking over ships and flirting with boys and becoming fabulously rich that even when the most implausible plot twists pop up, you just kind of grin and go along for a ride. And the constant play with gender and class boundaries never fails to make me happy. Further joy: it looks like the series is going to have seven, and I have only read three, which means many more books to go!
In other news, GUYS HOW EXCITED AM I ABOUT NEW AVATAR SOON. I am going to NY this week for apartment-hunting, so the trouble will be convincing my mom to let me turn her TV to Nickelodeon on Thursday night.
Ellis Peters' Monk's Hood: I do not love the whole 'Brother Cadfael's Old Girlfriend NEEDS HIM NOW' subplot, although his squirming is kind of hilariously awkward. I do love Brother Mark and the not!twins - interesting characterization is really where the Cadfael books excel.
Philip Reeves' Predator's Gold: This is the sequel to Mortal Engines, and Badass Hester continues to be the best thing about the books - although I did get very frustrated during the first half of the book, which involves a Love Triangle and Hester being angsty and possessive. Understandably so, but still. Also, Professor Pennyroyal is like a carbon copy of Professor Lockhart. However, I LOVE the end, in which both Hester and and to a certain extent new girl Freya get down with their ruthless and morally ambiguous badass selves without a backward look. Tom, meanwhile, continues to fill me with profound ennui, which was not helped by him being the only one to trigger the Stalker's memory. It makes me sad that the woman (of color) who was Anna Fang's beloved friend and protege gets less than nothing, and Super Special Tom gets saved.
L.A. Meyer's Under the Jolly Roger: Being an Account of the Further Nautical Adventures of Jacky Faber: Someday I will do a full proper pimp post about the Bloody Jack books, because I love them, and my love continues untarnished even after devoting a significant part of my thesis to one - which is something, I think. I adore Jacky and her moxie and the fun she has with everything. She's just enjoying herself SO MUCH with the taking over ships and flirting with boys and becoming fabulously rich that even when the most implausible plot twists pop up, you just kind of grin and go along for a ride. And the constant play with gender and class boundaries never fails to make me happy. Further joy: it looks like the series is going to have seven, and I have only read three, which means many more books to go!
In other news, GUYS HOW EXCITED AM I ABOUT NEW AVATAR SOON. I am going to NY this week for apartment-hunting, so the trouble will be convincing my mom to let me turn her TV to Nickelodeon on Thursday night.
