dangermousie: (HYD: Rui book)
I am going to do a proper book post for all the books I read on the trip. But I do want to gush about my favorite of the bunch - Tiffanie DiBartolo's How to Kill a Rockstar. I remember checking it out in a bookstore a long time ago, drawn by the bizarre title. But I put it back, uncertain if I wanted it at the time. But I finally read it and loved it the way I haven't loved a novel in a really long time even if my knowledge/interest in rock music is nil - I giggled, I sniffled, and I shipped like a mad woman. I also adored the writing style. Am madly in love with it and am rereading it already.

A lot of books that classify as 'books for women' (I use that term because it's more encompassing that just chick lit which is a subset) don't really appeal to me. To like a book, I need a protagonist that is either interesting or relatable. And a typical 30-something single woman looking for Mr Right and obsessed with shoes is not someone I can see as either (I have been with my own Mr Right from college and am closer to a Korean drama ahjumma with a husband and kid, and shoes bore me.) Eliza Caelum, the protagonist of Rockstar is not much like me - in her late 20s, formerly suicidal, with a crippling phobia of flying, obsessed with rock music, unafraid to grab what she wants. But I could relate to her because of the way she was written - hopeful above all, sometimes selfconscious and sometimes not. But more importantly, she was interesting. And I loved her.

The story chronicles a couple of years in Eliza's life but it's mainly a love story. As the story opens, Eliza's sheer nerve and desperation get through to an aging (fictional) rock legend who gives her an interview, which leads to a job with a music magazine (not a glamorous job but a job she wants anyway) which leads to her move to New York. There, the almost broke Eliza becomes roomates with Paul Hudson, the singer for her brother Michael's band (most of the characters in the novel are obsessed with music - either making it or listening to it or both). The book is largely Paul and Eliza's love story and I shipped them so insanely hard, I started bawling at one point in the middle at 2am. Don't ask. If you are looking for a typical "girl finds love and meaning with sexy rock god" book, this isn't really a book I'd recommend (there is a sexy rock god character and I adore him but it's a secondary character and not the recipient of Eliza's love). Paul is struggling on the edge of poverty (and it's probably not a spoiler to say the book does not end with him becoming a sensation of any sort) but, more importantly, he is weird. He is as weird as Eliza is, and probably weirder, but their breaks perfectly fit together (that is why I love the book - if someone like Paul even tried to hit on me, I'd run away. Far far away. But he and Eliza are perfect together). The novel is written as an alternating series of first-person narratives, Eliza's and Paul's (though at one point a couple other characters get a go) and it really fits the mood of the story, but especially comes handy about midpoint, when there is a big plot twist that one party is aware of and the other not.

So I really recommend it. It was a lovely lovely book about people I ended up loving. But, more importantly, I ended up believing they really loved each other.

Worst Book honors went to Gordon Keith, an excruciatingly dull and disjointed Victorian novel by Thomas Nelson Page that I finished only through sheer stubborness. The man was famous for his short stories and should have stuck with them.

In other news, I started Cassandra Clare's Clockwork Angel (I like her books and am unashamed of who knows it) and am incredibly amused. I know CC is a Dunnett fangirl and her previous hero, Jace, was basically a dead ringer for Dunnett's Lymond, but her new hero, Will, is a dead ringer for Jerrott! Heh.
dangermousie: (HYD: Rui book)
I am going to do a proper book post for all the books I read on the trip. But I do want to gush about my favorite of the bunch - Tiffanie DiBartolo's How to Kill a Rockstar. I remember checking it out in a bookstore a long time ago, drawn by the bizarre title. But I put it back, uncertain if I wanted it at the time. But I finally read it and loved it the way I haven't loved a novel in a really long time even if my knowledge/interest in rock music is nil - I giggled, I sniffled, and I shipped like a mad woman. I also adored the writing style. Am madly in love with it and am rereading it already.

A lot of books that classify as 'books for women' (I use that term because it's more encompassing that just chick lit which is a subset) don't really appeal to me. To like a book, I need a protagonist that is either interesting or relatable. And a typical 30-something single woman looking for Mr Right and obsessed with shoes is not someone I can see as either (I have been with my own Mr Right from college and am closer to a Korean drama ahjumma with a husband and kid, and shoes bore me.) Eliza Caelum, the protagonist of Rockstar is not much like me - in her late 20s, formerly suicidal, with a crippling phobia of flying, obsessed with rock music, unafraid to grab what she wants. But I could relate to her because of the way she was written - hopeful above all, sometimes selfconscious and sometimes not. But more importantly, she was interesting. And I loved her.

The story chronicles a couple of years in Eliza's life but it's mainly a love story. As the story opens, Eliza's sheer nerve and desperation get through to an aging (fictional) rock legend who gives her an interview, which leads to a job with a music magazine (not a glamorous job but a job she wants anyway) which leads to her move to New York. There, the almost broke Eliza becomes roomates with Paul Hudson, the singer for her brother Michael's band (most of the characters in the novel are obsessed with music - either making it or listening to it or both). The book is largely Paul and Eliza's love story and I shipped them so insanely hard, I started bawling at one point in the middle at 2am. Don't ask. If you are looking for a typical "girl finds love and meaning with sexy rock god" book, this isn't really a book I'd recommend (there is a sexy rock god character and I adore him but it's a secondary character and not the recipient of Eliza's love). Paul is struggling on the edge of poverty (and it's probably not a spoiler to say the book does not end with him becoming a sensation of any sort) but, more importantly, he is weird. He is as weird as Eliza is, and probably weirder, but their breaks perfectly fit together (that is why I love the book - if someone like Paul even tried to hit on me, I'd run away. Far far away. But he and Eliza are perfect together). The novel is written as an alternating series of first-person narratives, Eliza's and Paul's (though at one point a couple other characters get a go) and it really fits the mood of the story, but especially comes handy about midpoint, when there is a big plot twist that one party is aware of and the other not.

So I really recommend it. It was a lovely lovely book about people I ended up loving. But, more importantly, I ended up believing they really loved each other.

Worst Book honors went to Gordon Keith, an excruciatingly dull and disjointed Victorian novel by Thomas Nelson Page that I finished only through sheer stubborness. The man was famous for his short stories and should have stuck with them.

In other news, I started Cassandra Clare's Clockwork Angel (I like her books and am unashamed of who knows it) and am incredibly amused. I know CC is a Dunnett fangirl and her previous hero, Jace, was basically a dead ringer for Dunnett's Lymond, but her new hero, Will, is a dead ringer for Jerrott! Heh.
dangermousie: (HYD: Rui book)
I am going to do a proper book post for all the books I read on the trip. But I do want to gush about my favorite of the bunch - Tiffanie DiBartolo's How to Kill a Rockstar. I remember checking it out in a bookstore a long time ago, drawn by the bizarre title. But I put it back, uncertain if I wanted it at the time. But I finally read it and loved it the way I haven't loved a novel in a really long time even if my knowledge/interest in rock music is nil - I giggled, I sniffled, and I shipped like a mad woman. I also adored the writing style. Am madly in love with it and am rereading it already.

A lot of books that classify as 'books for women' (I use that term because it's more encompassing that just chick lit which is a subset) don't really appeal to me. To like a book, I need a protagonist that is either interesting or relatable. And a typical 30-something single woman looking for Mr Right and obsessed with shoes is not someone I can see as either (I have been with my own Mr Right from college and am closer to a Korean drama ahjumma with a husband and kid, and shoes bore me.) Eliza Caelum, the protagonist of Rockstar is not much like me - in her late 20s, formerly suicidal, with a crippling phobia of flying, obsessed with rock music, unafraid to grab what she wants. But I could relate to her because of the way she was written - hopeful above all, sometimes selfconscious and sometimes not. But more importantly, she was interesting. And I loved her.

The story chronicles a couple of years in Eliza's life but it's mainly a love story. As the story opens, Eliza's sheer nerve and desperation get through to an aging (fictional) rock legend who gives her an interview, which leads to a job with a music magazine (not a glamorous job but a job she wants anyway) which leads to her move to New York. There, the almost broke Eliza becomes roomates with Paul Hudson, the singer for her brother Michael's band (most of the characters in the novel are obsessed with music - either making it or listening to it or both). The book is largely Paul and Eliza's love story and I shipped them so insanely hard, I started bawling at one point in the middle at 2am. Don't ask. If you are looking for a typical "girl finds love and meaning with sexy rock god" book, this isn't really a book I'd recommend (there is a sexy rock god character and I adore him but it's a secondary character and not the recipient of Eliza's love). Paul is struggling on the edge of poverty (and it's probably not a spoiler to say the book does not end with him becoming a sensation of any sort) but, more importantly, he is weird. He is as weird as Eliza is, and probably weirder, but their breaks perfectly fit together (that is why I love the book - if someone like Paul even tried to hit on me, I'd run away. Far far away. But he and Eliza are perfect together). The novel is written as an alternating series of first-person narratives, Eliza's and Paul's (though at one point a couple other characters get a go) and it really fits the mood of the story, but especially comes handy about midpoint, when there is a big plot twist that one party is aware of and the other not.

So I really recommend it. It was a lovely lovely book about people I ended up loving. But, more importantly, I ended up believing they really loved each other.

Worst Book honors went to Gordon Keith, an excruciatingly dull and disjointed Victorian novel by Thomas Nelson Page that I finished only through sheer stubborness. The man was famous for his short stories and should have stuck with them.

In other news, I started Cassandra Clare's Clockwork Angel (I like her books and am unashamed of who knows it) and am incredibly amused. I know CC is a Dunnett fangirl and her previous hero, Jace, was basically a dead ringer for Dunnett's Lymond, but her new hero, Will, is a dead ringer for Jerrott! Heh.
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Am still enjoying the ridiculous and addictive City of Bones (seriously - it's shoujo in word form) and that made me remember how I used to love Draco Trilogy in my younger and dumber days. Dooooooon't judge me! Judge away!

I actually even went up and looked up the complete version I dled from the net a long time ago that I never got to reading - by that point I lost interest but I obtained it for sake of completeness. My God - that thing is almost 1700 pages long!

I read the ending 40 pages or so and...I feel old. I used to love this stuff and eat it up with a spoon but now I feel attacked by overzealous adjectives - it's so busy. It makes it feel overheated. One doesn't have to be a follower of uber-terse Mr. Hemingway but it feels as if a thesaurus exploded in there. Moreover, probably because I am a decade older, Draco is not angsty and supercool any more - I just want him to. stop. talking.

Yeah, yeah, your evil abusive father has poisoned you so you are dying, the world is about to be destroyed, and your love life resembles a hexagon or an episode of Passions. But can you stop overemoting all over the place? Stoicism and quiet are admirable traits but I am not even daring to hope for those - I just want a break in the non-stop stream of overwrought emo - doesn't it get tiring to be in constant cosmic anguish?

He is ridiculously high-maintenance and I have low tolerance for that, and my tolerance gets lower and lower as I get older. Either he or CC's Harry make awful boyfriends. I think by the end I only like Ginny, and I think that is mainly because she forced it out of Draco that he lurves her forever and ever as his souuuuuuumate, had sex with him, and then ditched in the morning because they both have way more growing up and therapy and ducttape on Draco's mouth to do before they hook up for good. That is about the only sensible thing anyone ever did in that entire trilogy.

Also, CC is such a Dunnett fan. I don't think she lifted any quotes directly (not that I recognize at least) but she was so going for Lymond/Philippa and the library confession with that last Draco/Ginny scene. Obviously, it's nowhere near the same universe in quality or appeal (Dunnett is a favorite author and CC is a Potter BNF) but it was rather surreal to spot the influenced vibe (and age-inappropriate. Lymond is a 32-yr-old Renaissance nobleman. Draco is a 17-yr-old boy.) Ehhh, one can do worse than try to emulate Dunnett, even if you will never succeed to be near as good.
dangermousie: (Default)
Am still enjoying the ridiculous and addictive City of Bones (seriously - it's shoujo in word form) and that made me remember how I used to love Draco Trilogy in my younger and dumber days. Dooooooon't judge me! Judge away!

I actually even went up and looked up the complete version I dled from the net a long time ago that I never got to reading - by that point I lost interest but I obtained it for sake of completeness. My God - that thing is almost 1700 pages long!

I read the ending 40 pages or so and...I feel old. I used to love this stuff and eat it up with a spoon but now I feel attacked by overzealous adjectives - it's so busy. It makes it feel overheated. One doesn't have to be a follower of uber-terse Mr. Hemingway but it feels as if a thesaurus exploded in there. Moreover, probably because I am a decade older, Draco is not angsty and supercool any more - I just want him to. stop. talking.

Yeah, yeah, your evil abusive father has poisoned you so you are dying, the world is about to be destroyed, and your love life resembles a hexagon or an episode of Passions. But can you stop overemoting all over the place? Stoicism and quiet are admirable traits but I am not even daring to hope for those - I just want a break in the non-stop stream of overwrought emo - doesn't it get tiring to be in constant cosmic anguish?

He is ridiculously high-maintenance and I have low tolerance for that, and my tolerance gets lower and lower as I get older. Either he or CC's Harry make awful boyfriends. I think by the end I only like Ginny, and I think that is mainly because she forced it out of Draco that he lurves her forever and ever as his souuuuuuumate, had sex with him, and then ditched in the morning because they both have way more growing up and therapy and ducttape on Draco's mouth to do before they hook up for good. That is about the only sensible thing anyone ever did in that entire trilogy.

Also, CC is such a Dunnett fan. I don't think she lifted any quotes directly (not that I recognize at least) but she was so going for Lymond/Philippa and the library confession with that last Draco/Ginny scene. Obviously, it's nowhere near the same universe in quality or appeal (Dunnett is a favorite author and CC is a Potter BNF) but it was rather surreal to spot the influenced vibe (and age-inappropriate. Lymond is a 32-yr-old Renaissance nobleman. Draco is a 17-yr-old boy.) Ehhh, one can do worse than try to emulate Dunnett, even if you will never succeed to be near as good.
dangermousie: (Default)
Am still enjoying the ridiculous and addictive City of Bones (seriously - it's shoujo in word form) and that made me remember how I used to love Draco Trilogy in my younger and dumber days. Dooooooon't judge me! Judge away!

I actually even went up and looked up the complete version I dled from the net a long time ago that I never got to reading - by that point I lost interest but I obtained it for sake of completeness. My God - that thing is almost 1700 pages long!

I read the ending 40 pages or so and...I feel old. I used to love this stuff and eat it up with a spoon but now I feel attacked by overzealous adjectives - it's so busy. It makes it feel overheated. One doesn't have to be a follower of uber-terse Mr. Hemingway but it feels as if a thesaurus exploded in there. Moreover, probably because I am a decade older, Draco is not angsty and supercool any more - I just want him to. stop. talking.

Yeah, yeah, your evil abusive father has poisoned you so you are dying, the world is about to be destroyed, and your love life resembles a hexagon or an episode of Passions. But can you stop overemoting all over the place? Stoicism and quiet are admirable traits but I am not even daring to hope for those - I just want a break in the non-stop stream of overwrought emo - doesn't it get tiring to be in constant cosmic anguish?

He is ridiculously high-maintenance and I have low tolerance for that, and my tolerance gets lower and lower as I get older. Either he or CC's Harry make awful boyfriends. I think by the end I only like Ginny, and I think that is mainly because she forced it out of Draco that he lurves her forever and ever as his souuuuuuumate, had sex with him, and then ditched in the morning because they both have way more growing up and therapy and ducttape on Draco's mouth to do before they hook up for good. That is about the only sensible thing anyone ever did in that entire trilogy.

Also, CC is such a Dunnett fan. I don't think she lifted any quotes directly (not that I recognize at least) but she was so going for Lymond/Philippa and the library confession with that last Draco/Ginny scene. Obviously, it's nowhere near the same universe in quality or appeal (Dunnett is a favorite author and CC is a Potter BNF) but it was rather surreal to spot the influenced vibe (and age-inappropriate. Lymond is a 32-yr-old Renaissance nobleman. Draco is a 17-yr-old boy.) Ehhh, one can do worse than try to emulate Dunnett, even if you will never succeed to be near as good.

Lymond

Jun. 13th, 2007 06:19 pm
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I am reading Queen’s Play and what an awesome book it is. When I first read it, years ago, it was my least favorite of the bunch (though I did like it a lot) but now I adore it.

Her writing is so beautiful. And once again, I am strcuk by parallels. The night Lymond spends with Oonagh, where he gives her a gift of forgetting who she is (and even who he is) is both similar and different from his night at the very end of LC with Philippa, because there too, with Philippa, he is able to let go of everything and forget everything but the “needs of his body” but there is no forgetting of whom he is with because the whole point is that he is with Philippa, whom he loves more than anything.

I am also loving Richard here but what I want to talk about is Robin Stewart. I was much younger when I first read this and I didn’t reread it since, so it completely escaped me that he is in love with Lymond. Thwarted and obsessive love. I think Robin (and his reactions, and his death) are a big part of the reason why Lymond reacts to Philippa the way he does in CM, by holding on to the believe that her love is infatuation, brought by his ‘glamor’ and that it would hurt her. Because part of it is his usual dichotomy: he knows he is gorgeous outside but believes himself to be hideous monster inside, and that is why the Thady disguise: I think part of it is his belief to match the outside to inside and part to see if he can achieve things disburdened of his looks. But a part of it is because Robin brought most forcefully home to him how someone can fall under his spell, without knowing the real Lymond and suffer for it.

I think perhaps (jumping ahead) that is why his struggle with Gabriel is the scariest. Gabriel is Lymond’s dark mirror, what Lymond would be if he abandoned his overwhelming humanity and was what people in GoK thought he was, down to the incest.

Lymond

Jun. 13th, 2007 06:19 pm
dangermousie: (Anime: Trigun Vash bero by howdyrockerba)
I am reading Queen’s Play and what an awesome book it is. When I first read it, years ago, it was my least favorite of the bunch (though I did like it a lot) but now I adore it.

Her writing is so beautiful. And once again, I am strcuk by parallels. The night Lymond spends with Oonagh, where he gives her a gift of forgetting who she is (and even who he is) is both similar and different from his night at the very end of LC with Philippa, because there too, with Philippa, he is able to let go of everything and forget everything but the “needs of his body” but there is no forgetting of whom he is with because the whole point is that he is with Philippa, whom he loves more than anything.

I am also loving Richard here but what I want to talk about is Robin Stewart. I was much younger when I first read this and I didn’t reread it since, so it completely escaped me that he is in love with Lymond. Thwarted and obsessive love. I think Robin (and his reactions, and his death) are a big part of the reason why Lymond reacts to Philippa the way he does in CM, by holding on to the believe that her love is infatuation, brought by his ‘glamor’ and that it would hurt her. Because part of it is his usual dichotomy: he knows he is gorgeous outside but believes himself to be hideous monster inside, and that is why the Thady disguise: I think part of it is his belief to match the outside to inside and part to see if he can achieve things disburdened of his looks. But a part of it is because Robin brought most forcefully home to him how someone can fall under his spell, without knowing the real Lymond and suffer for it.

I think perhaps (jumping ahead) that is why his struggle with Gabriel is the scariest. Gabriel is Lymond’s dark mirror, what Lymond would be if he abandoned his overwhelming humanity and was what people in GoK thought he was, down to the incest.

Lymond

Jun. 13th, 2007 06:19 pm
dangermousie: (Anime: Trigun Vash bero by howdyrockerba)
I am reading Queen’s Play and what an awesome book it is. When I first read it, years ago, it was my least favorite of the bunch (though I did like it a lot) but now I adore it.

Her writing is so beautiful. And once again, I am strcuk by parallels. The night Lymond spends with Oonagh, where he gives her a gift of forgetting who she is (and even who he is) is both similar and different from his night at the very end of LC with Philippa, because there too, with Philippa, he is able to let go of everything and forget everything but the “needs of his body” but there is no forgetting of whom he is with because the whole point is that he is with Philippa, whom he loves more than anything.

I am also loving Richard here but what I want to talk about is Robin Stewart. I was much younger when I first read this and I didn’t reread it since, so it completely escaped me that he is in love with Lymond. Thwarted and obsessive love. I think Robin (and his reactions, and his death) are a big part of the reason why Lymond reacts to Philippa the way he does in CM, by holding on to the believe that her love is infatuation, brought by his ‘glamor’ and that it would hurt her. Because part of it is his usual dichotomy: he knows he is gorgeous outside but believes himself to be hideous monster inside, and that is why the Thady disguise: I think part of it is his belief to match the outside to inside and part to see if he can achieve things disburdened of his looks. But a part of it is because Robin brought most forcefully home to him how someone can fall under his spell, without knowing the real Lymond and suffer for it.

I think perhaps (jumping ahead) that is why his struggle with Gabriel is the scariest. Gabriel is Lymond’s dark mirror, what Lymond would be if he abandoned his overwhelming humanity and was what people in GoK thought he was, down to the incest.
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1. Got my photo taken for passport renewal and the proprietor was watching Kal Ho Na Ho. We ended up having a long chat about Bollywood. Eeee! :)

2. I think it finally sank in that in a few months, I’ll be seeing Oguri Shun romance Horihita Maki. And there will be sleepovers, and him carrying her and eeee. Serious GLEE here. When is it supposed to air? The guy was born to play Sano :)

3. I’ve been watching Mars vids. How an artist, who is a rape victim who does not talk to anyone and cannot bear to be touched by men and an outwardly devil-may care racer who was formerly in an insane asylum and is familiar with straight-jackets, and who has out of control violence problems, can ever make a good believable couple is inconcievable, but OMG. Somehow it slowly works and they become one of my favorite OTPs of all, an OTP where I really believe they could not exist without the other.

4. Been watching the amazing anime Otogi Zoshi set in the Heian era, and following Lady Hikaru who has to pretend to be her brother Raikou and recover the sacred Magatamas. It has an animation style I’ve never seen before. It’s as if they are tying to recreate the era paintings. The same is true for the pacing, and the story itself which is bleak but never hopeless. I love all the characters, but am especially taken by Mansairaku, an enigmatic imperial entertainer who crosses paths with Hikaru now and again, and to whom she becomes attracted.



5. Am now on Dunnett’s Queen’s Play. Brilliant. You know what struck me in GoK btw? The reconciliation/admission scene between Richard and Mariotta (which is breathlessly beautiful) is in many ways parallel to the one with Lymond and Philippa at the end of Checkmate, in both the acceptance of the woman, and surrender of control by the man, and childhood restoration. I guess the brothers do have things in common after all.

6. Apparently Bushi No Ichibun is out on DVD with subs. Me want.

7. I have found a plentiful source of Pockys in the neighborhood. Yay!

8. I think I am mobbed out what with Lovers and ADC. I think I will switch to something light and fluffy, most likely Taiwanese Hana Kimi for a bit.
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1. Got my photo taken for passport renewal and the proprietor was watching Kal Ho Na Ho. We ended up having a long chat about Bollywood. Eeee! :)

2. I think it finally sank in that in a few months, I’ll be seeing Oguri Shun romance Horihita Maki. And there will be sleepovers, and him carrying her and eeee. Serious GLEE here. When is it supposed to air? The guy was born to play Sano :)

3. I’ve been watching Mars vids. How an artist, who is a rape victim who does not talk to anyone and cannot bear to be touched by men and an outwardly devil-may care racer who was formerly in an insane asylum and is familiar with straight-jackets, and who has out of control violence problems, can ever make a good believable couple is inconcievable, but OMG. Somehow it slowly works and they become one of my favorite OTPs of all, an OTP where I really believe they could not exist without the other.

4. Been watching the amazing anime Otogi Zoshi set in the Heian era, and following Lady Hikaru who has to pretend to be her brother Raikou and recover the sacred Magatamas. It has an animation style I’ve never seen before. It’s as if they are tying to recreate the era paintings. The same is true for the pacing, and the story itself which is bleak but never hopeless. I love all the characters, but am especially taken by Mansairaku, an enigmatic imperial entertainer who crosses paths with Hikaru now and again, and to whom she becomes attracted.



5. Am now on Dunnett’s Queen’s Play. Brilliant. You know what struck me in GoK btw? The reconciliation/admission scene between Richard and Mariotta (which is breathlessly beautiful) is in many ways parallel to the one with Lymond and Philippa at the end of Checkmate, in both the acceptance of the woman, and surrender of control by the man, and childhood restoration. I guess the brothers do have things in common after all.

6. Apparently Bushi No Ichibun is out on DVD with subs. Me want.

7. I have found a plentiful source of Pockys in the neighborhood. Yay!

8. I think I am mobbed out what with Lovers and ADC. I think I will switch to something light and fluffy, most likely Taiwanese Hana Kimi for a bit.
dangermousie: (Default)
1. Got my photo taken for passport renewal and the proprietor was watching Kal Ho Na Ho. We ended up having a long chat about Bollywood. Eeee! :)

2. I think it finally sank in that in a few months, I’ll be seeing Oguri Shun romance Horihita Maki. And there will be sleepovers, and him carrying her and eeee. Serious GLEE here. When is it supposed to air? The guy was born to play Sano :)

3. I’ve been watching Mars vids. How an artist, who is a rape victim who does not talk to anyone and cannot bear to be touched by men and an outwardly devil-may care racer who was formerly in an insane asylum and is familiar with straight-jackets, and who has out of control violence problems, can ever make a good believable couple is inconcievable, but OMG. Somehow it slowly works and they become one of my favorite OTPs of all, an OTP where I really believe they could not exist without the other.

4. Been watching the amazing anime Otogi Zoshi set in the Heian era, and following Lady Hikaru who has to pretend to be her brother Raikou and recover the sacred Magatamas. It has an animation style I’ve never seen before. It’s as if they are tying to recreate the era paintings. The same is true for the pacing, and the story itself which is bleak but never hopeless. I love all the characters, but am especially taken by Mansairaku, an enigmatic imperial entertainer who crosses paths with Hikaru now and again, and to whom she becomes attracted.



5. Am now on Dunnett’s Queen’s Play. Brilliant. You know what struck me in GoK btw? The reconciliation/admission scene between Richard and Mariotta (which is breathlessly beautiful) is in many ways parallel to the one with Lymond and Philippa at the end of Checkmate, in both the acceptance of the woman, and surrender of control by the man, and childhood restoration. I guess the brothers do have things in common after all.

6. Apparently Bushi No Ichibun is out on DVD with subs. Me want.

7. I have found a plentiful source of Pockys in the neighborhood. Yay!

8. I think I am mobbed out what with Lovers and ADC. I think I will switch to something light and fluffy, most likely Taiwanese Hana Kimi for a bit.
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You know, sometimes a phrase in a book would just catch your attention and become too vivid and stick.

For some reason, my mind has been trapped by this:

But Lymond was now in the cold sleep close to death. Experienced soldier and countryman, Lord Culter had faced the spilled blood, the spoiled muscle, the split bone with no qualms; and had washed, cleaned and bandaged with steady hands, missing nothing: the scarred hands, the old whippings; the last degradation of the brand.

Oh Lymond.

The fact that Richard is doing all this care just so Lymond would be awake enough to be tormented and then eventually taken to Edinburg to be hanged drawn and quartered is...

Nothing kills me as much as this though:

[Lymond has just tried to kill himself because Richard had broken him]

In that second, Lymond looked up. Blue eyes met grey, and Richard read in them a power and a determination that he suddenly knew were unassailable. Anger left him. He framed the word 'No' with his lips; read his rejection in the dedicated eyes, and with all his strength drove first his knee and then his foot through the stained bandaging and into the other's hurt body. The knife dropped like a discarded straw. Lymond screamed once with agony, and then screamed and screamed again.

With a dumb and breathless nature the sound exploded, addressing the arbour from its banks and gradients; bouncing; sticky-fingered; callowly-mocking. Culter, white as paper, picked up the knife and backed.

Lymond had stopped the noise with his hands. The long, cramped fingers hid his face as he crouched, the breath sobbing in his lungs and the blood flamboyant through the crushed bandages, welling between his rigid elbows, soaking into the trampled grass.

'Francis!' Excoriated by the shuddering, raucous sound, Richard spoke harshly. 'I can't let you take your own life.'

Lymond took his hands from his face. The blood was everywhere now; his torment of grief public, uncaring. 'Must I plead?' He stopped in extremity, beaten, shaken by pulses, and then struggled on. 'You claim your right of execution...May I not exercise mine? Could all the chains of Threave outweigh what I already bear, do you think? Or all the Tolbooth's pains be worse than this?...You can't relieve me of your weight, or help me, or free me...except in one way.'

Richard, his memory taken by the throat, was mute. With a bitter courage, Lymond raised his head.

'I beg you.'


Hell.

I am almost done with Game of Kings. I've gotten to the scenes at the dovecote and they always kill me so much. I think that is why I never was able to truly love Richard. When you mess up someone psychically so badly that they beg for the right to kill themselves? Nope. No excuse. Especially if, had he thought for a minute, he would have realized Lymond was not a traitor, avoided the opportunity to kill him when he disarmed him (!!!) etc etc. Poor you, your Mommy doesn't love you best. Get over it. (Interesting throwaway line in the middle of the book btw, about Sybilla who is so clever utterly misjudging the reactions of her own son (Richard). This is so true later with her and Lymond. With them there is a huge blind spot for her).

Richard is halway between someone like Jerrott, who learns from mistakes and uses his brain and will call Lymond out on his suicidal tendencies or inhuman drive or what not but will back him up awesomely, and Austin Grey who is a self-righteous pig, but yes, not loving Richard in this interlude at all.

And I've forgotten what a chivalric fool Lymond can be about people he thinks are dependents or stuck their neck out for him. I think it comes of being so thoroughly betrayed himself. But his willingness to endure torture (and he's been wounded!) rather than speak up because Christian Stewart is there and she will recognize his voice and expose herself, or his playing the lute as she is dying because he promised, even though the men to capture him are coming and can hear the music and know just where to go are just...guuuuh.

And it really kills me how young he is, after all.
dangermousie: (Default)
You know, sometimes a phrase in a book would just catch your attention and become too vivid and stick.

For some reason, my mind has been trapped by this:

But Lymond was now in the cold sleep close to death. Experienced soldier and countryman, Lord Culter had faced the spilled blood, the spoiled muscle, the split bone with no qualms; and had washed, cleaned and bandaged with steady hands, missing nothing: the scarred hands, the old whippings; the last degradation of the brand.

Oh Lymond.

The fact that Richard is doing all this care just so Lymond would be awake enough to be tormented and then eventually taken to Edinburg to be hanged drawn and quartered is...

Nothing kills me as much as this though:

[Lymond has just tried to kill himself because Richard had broken him]

In that second, Lymond looked up. Blue eyes met grey, and Richard read in them a power and a determination that he suddenly knew were unassailable. Anger left him. He framed the word 'No' with his lips; read his rejection in the dedicated eyes, and with all his strength drove first his knee and then his foot through the stained bandaging and into the other's hurt body. The knife dropped like a discarded straw. Lymond screamed once with agony, and then screamed and screamed again.

With a dumb and breathless nature the sound exploded, addressing the arbour from its banks and gradients; bouncing; sticky-fingered; callowly-mocking. Culter, white as paper, picked up the knife and backed.

Lymond had stopped the noise with his hands. The long, cramped fingers hid his face as he crouched, the breath sobbing in his lungs and the blood flamboyant through the crushed bandages, welling between his rigid elbows, soaking into the trampled grass.

'Francis!' Excoriated by the shuddering, raucous sound, Richard spoke harshly. 'I can't let you take your own life.'

Lymond took his hands from his face. The blood was everywhere now; his torment of grief public, uncaring. 'Must I plead?' He stopped in extremity, beaten, shaken by pulses, and then struggled on. 'You claim your right of execution...May I not exercise mine? Could all the chains of Threave outweigh what I already bear, do you think? Or all the Tolbooth's pains be worse than this?...You can't relieve me of your weight, or help me, or free me...except in one way.'

Richard, his memory taken by the throat, was mute. With a bitter courage, Lymond raised his head.

'I beg you.'


Hell.

I am almost done with Game of Kings. I've gotten to the scenes at the dovecote and they always kill me so much. I think that is why I never was able to truly love Richard. When you mess up someone psychically so badly that they beg for the right to kill themselves? Nope. No excuse. Especially if, had he thought for a minute, he would have realized Lymond was not a traitor, avoided the opportunity to kill him when he disarmed him (!!!) etc etc. Poor you, your Mommy doesn't love you best. Get over it. (Interesting throwaway line in the middle of the book btw, about Sybilla who is so clever utterly misjudging the reactions of her own son (Richard). This is so true later with her and Lymond. With them there is a huge blind spot for her).

Richard is halway between someone like Jerrott, who learns from mistakes and uses his brain and will call Lymond out on his suicidal tendencies or inhuman drive or what not but will back him up awesomely, and Austin Grey who is a self-righteous pig, but yes, not loving Richard in this interlude at all.

And I've forgotten what a chivalric fool Lymond can be about people he thinks are dependents or stuck their neck out for him. I think it comes of being so thoroughly betrayed himself. But his willingness to endure torture (and he's been wounded!) rather than speak up because Christian Stewart is there and she will recognize his voice and expose herself, or his playing the lute as she is dying because he promised, even though the men to capture him are coming and can hear the music and know just where to go are just...guuuuh.

And it really kills me how young he is, after all.
dangermousie: (Default)
You know, sometimes a phrase in a book would just catch your attention and become too vivid and stick.

For some reason, my mind has been trapped by this:

But Lymond was now in the cold sleep close to death. Experienced soldier and countryman, Lord Culter had faced the spilled blood, the spoiled muscle, the split bone with no qualms; and had washed, cleaned and bandaged with steady hands, missing nothing: the scarred hands, the old whippings; the last degradation of the brand.

Oh Lymond.

The fact that Richard is doing all this care just so Lymond would be awake enough to be tormented and then eventually taken to Edinburg to be hanged drawn and quartered is...

Nothing kills me as much as this though:

[Lymond has just tried to kill himself because Richard had broken him]

In that second, Lymond looked up. Blue eyes met grey, and Richard read in them a power and a determination that he suddenly knew were unassailable. Anger left him. He framed the word 'No' with his lips; read his rejection in the dedicated eyes, and with all his strength drove first his knee and then his foot through the stained bandaging and into the other's hurt body. The knife dropped like a discarded straw. Lymond screamed once with agony, and then screamed and screamed again.

With a dumb and breathless nature the sound exploded, addressing the arbour from its banks and gradients; bouncing; sticky-fingered; callowly-mocking. Culter, white as paper, picked up the knife and backed.

Lymond had stopped the noise with his hands. The long, cramped fingers hid his face as he crouched, the breath sobbing in his lungs and the blood flamboyant through the crushed bandages, welling between his rigid elbows, soaking into the trampled grass.

'Francis!' Excoriated by the shuddering, raucous sound, Richard spoke harshly. 'I can't let you take your own life.'

Lymond took his hands from his face. The blood was everywhere now; his torment of grief public, uncaring. 'Must I plead?' He stopped in extremity, beaten, shaken by pulses, and then struggled on. 'You claim your right of execution...May I not exercise mine? Could all the chains of Threave outweigh what I already bear, do you think? Or all the Tolbooth's pains be worse than this?...You can't relieve me of your weight, or help me, or free me...except in one way.'

Richard, his memory taken by the throat, was mute. With a bitter courage, Lymond raised his head.

'I beg you.'


Hell.

I am almost done with Game of Kings. I've gotten to the scenes at the dovecote and they always kill me so much. I think that is why I never was able to truly love Richard. When you mess up someone psychically so badly that they beg for the right to kill themselves? Nope. No excuse. Especially if, had he thought for a minute, he would have realized Lymond was not a traitor, avoided the opportunity to kill him when he disarmed him (!!!) etc etc. Poor you, your Mommy doesn't love you best. Get over it. (Interesting throwaway line in the middle of the book btw, about Sybilla who is so clever utterly misjudging the reactions of her own son (Richard). This is so true later with her and Lymond. With them there is a huge blind spot for her).

Richard is halway between someone like Jerrott, who learns from mistakes and uses his brain and will call Lymond out on his suicidal tendencies or inhuman drive or what not but will back him up awesomely, and Austin Grey who is a self-righteous pig, but yes, not loving Richard in this interlude at all.

And I've forgotten what a chivalric fool Lymond can be about people he thinks are dependents or stuck their neck out for him. I think it comes of being so thoroughly betrayed himself. But his willingness to endure torture (and he's been wounded!) rather than speak up because Christian Stewart is there and she will recognize his voice and expose herself, or his playing the lute as she is dying because he promised, even though the men to capture him are coming and can hear the music and know just where to go are just...guuuuh.

And it really kills me how young he is, after all.
dangermousie: (Default)
Yeah, still reading Game of Kings. I remember when I first read it, I actually liked Richard at the start the best of anybody. Now, while I get where he is coming from, I am impatient with him. I think I never recovered from the scene in the glen in GoK where Richard’s goal is to literally break Lymond down so much that he is going to beg to be killed.

Spoilers for GOK )
dangermousie: (Default)
Yeah, still reading Game of Kings. I remember when I first read it, I actually liked Richard at the start the best of anybody. Now, while I get where he is coming from, I am impatient with him. I think I never recovered from the scene in the glen in GoK where Richard’s goal is to literally break Lymond down so much that he is going to beg to be killed.

Spoilers for GOK )
dangermousie: (Default)
Yeah, still reading Game of Kings. I remember when I first read it, I actually liked Richard at the start the best of anybody. Now, while I get where he is coming from, I am impatient with him. I think I never recovered from the scene in the glen in GoK where Richard’s goal is to literally break Lymond down so much that he is going to beg to be killed.

Spoilers for GOK )
dangermousie: (Default)
Yeah, I am reading Game of Kings in an insane, obsessive fashion.

But this is only loosely connected to GoK, though it is Lymond-centric. In looking back, I realize that this was the first time I read a set of novels where the protagonist was bisexual (I have no idea if he was bi by inclination as the only person he loves during the course of the books is Philippa and she is a woman, but he is certainly bi by conduct, voluntary and involuntary, and doesn’t find the concept insupportable).

And that led me to think of Lymond’s sexual issues because he has So. Many.

Spoilers for the books )
dangermousie: (Default)
Yeah, I am reading Game of Kings in an insane, obsessive fashion.

But this is only loosely connected to GoK, though it is Lymond-centric. In looking back, I realize that this was the first time I read a set of novels where the protagonist was bisexual (I have no idea if he was bi by inclination as the only person he loves during the course of the books is Philippa and she is a woman, but he is certainly bi by conduct, voluntary and involuntary, and doesn’t find the concept insupportable).

And that led me to think of Lymond’s sexual issues because he has So. Many.

Spoilers for the books )

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