Last Thursday, I stood on a busy street corner and complained to Kam that everything I was reading was hurting me on a deep and spiritual level. I have to admit that every exaggerated groan of pain was punctuated by a giggly anecdote about the so-called painful books I was reading, but eh.
She recommended that I read The Pink Carnation series to allow an injection of happiness into my reading, and I totally agreed that I would eventually get to the happily-ever-afters as soon as I had made a more sizable dent in my List.
So, last I posted, I was reading The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro. I was totally hyperventilating throughout the whole book. Thank goodness it is less than three hundred pages because I could have induced some kind of IDK fainting spell or whatever: the vapors. Ishiguro can seriously write intense yet subtle pain, and ugh, protagonist I felt for you, you emotionally-constipated man.
After that book, I read Of Dice and Men by David M. Walt, despite it not being on my List. I'd heard of it on Lev and Austin Grossman's (my jaeger pilots, your jaeger pilots, our jaeger pilots) twitters and I thought that I was heading into a blissful non-fiction romp devoid of any feelings. BUT I WAS WRONG. Instead of a light, amusing history lesson about the origins of Dungeons and Dragons, Walt a) ties you up emotionally in his own history with the game, b) compares Gygax and and Arneson to Jobs and Woznick therefore setting a painful theme for the rest of the book and hitting me in the I've-just-watched-Jobs-feels, and c) made me want to play D&D so badly that I could fucking smell it. This book was actually what made me call Kam in a fit of book-sadness, not fucking Remains of the Day the D&D book got me and made me wail in the middle of the CBD. :))
Started The Word for World is Forest by Ursula K. Le Guin right after, because I am like a high-level book masochist and I wanted to feel bitter about humanity??? I guess, and had to stop midway because the fucking Hainish saga is this eight-volume discussion of humanity and levels and feelings and PAIN.
Totally didn't read another book until the 7th, when I got my copy of Untold by Sarah Rees Brennan, a.k.a., the book I was almost late to my birthday lunch for, and the one I continued to read during a sleepover where most of my friends just watched videos while I sobbed and pawed at them in anguish. AND NOW I NEED TO WAIT FOR THE NEXT BOOK. Which is coming out next year. I actually really need to re-read this because the birthday-ing totally distracted me. FAUGH.
And then I finished TWfWiF this morning and lay down for a few minutes, listlessly, re-organizing my pillows and wondering about how badly humanity will damage the universe if we get let loose on it while at the same time hungering for space and alien worlds. Fucking science fiction.
Currently reading A Conspiracy of Kings from the Queen's Thief series by Megan Whalen Turner and if I can manage to not sneak other books into the queue, I will read the first book of the Mistborn series by Brandon Sanderson.
1. The Good Man Jesus, and the Scoundrel Christ by Philip Pullman
2. Ringworld by Larry Niven
3. Feed from the Newsflesh Trilogy by Mira Grant
4. Neuromancer by William Gibson
5. Perdido Street Station by China Mieville
6. The Last Policeman by Ben H. Winters
7. Lexicon by Max Barry
8. Parasite Rex: Inside the Bizarre World of Natures Most Dangerous Creatures by Carl Zimmer
9. City of Thieves by David Benioff
10. Woke Up Lonely by Fiona Maazel
11. Mistborn the Final Empire by Brandon Sanderson
12. The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
13. Uncommon Grounds: The History of Coffee and How It Transformed Our World by Mark Pendergrast
14. The Adoration of Jenna Fox by Mary E. Pearson
15. The Interestings by Meg Wolitzer
16. The Daylight Gate by Jeannete Winterson
17. Horus Rising by Dan Abnett
18. Out of the Silent Planet by C. S. Lewis
19. Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol
20. City of Illusions by Ursula K. Le Guin
Look at that Lalaloopsy cake. It's awesome.
So, yeah, turned 27 over the weekend. Had a great, and long, oh dear, lunch with my friends and family at Circles, and then we all hauled off for the the Da Vinci exhibit at the Mind Museum.
It was pretty cool because they'd built models of his inventions and while you can see paintings and sketches online, fucking models are just pushing the limit man, because an idea in a man's head, from hundreds of years ago, reproduced and sitting in a museum in another continent while people take pictures with cellphones???? that is ridic cool.
We headed to Starbucks after, and some of my friends slept over and watched movies with me until the next day. There was very minimal sleeping involved, but a lot of good memories made.
I got great presents! from my friends as well: Leanne gave me an old arrow she'd retro-fitted into a pen, Kam gave me omg both volumes of The Way of Kings, all neatly wrapped in plastic so that I wouldn't drool on them, I suppose, an Osamu Tezuka manga from Hakkai that I hadn't read yet or even heard of, wow ADVENTURE, and get thiiis a foot-long model of a Roman ship, with SAILS and rigging and tiny oars from Lester. It is very cool, and I am afraid to touch it.
I've called it the Waruna, after P, my dear baby paladin.
Lots of people greeted me on my birthday as well and it made me feel very warm, very loved, and very quiet inside.
Two people made me artttt: Aiyette and Rowalls.
Also, my mum was pretty awesome, and that usually goes without saying, but I just wanted to say it anyway, because I am pretty sure that my birthday would literally be impossible without her, in the same fashion that most birthdays would be impossible without most mothers, let alone gr8910 ones who have supported you your whole life.
To cap off my birthday weekend, we reached a thousand!!! members in the HSPH group, just a few weeks shy of our second anniversary.
Four of our beautifully-talented members contributed art, and we welcomed members 997 to 1000 in as grand a style one could manage on a Facebook group. :3c Good group, best family.
Term ended today. Seeing my advisor in a week, hoping to be fully prepared, and not distracted by feels! :3c Also, less soaking wet because goddamn the sky opened up today and pissed on everyone on Taft.