Oh.

Sunday, November 20th, 2011 02:49 pm
faevii: (OMGWTFBBQ!!1)
I've found a smaller book to reread after all: American Gods. I was recently reminded of a scene from it and realised that I could hardly remember the rest of the story. There's a bookmark stuck between pages 64 and 65; could this mean that I started reading it one day and then forgot to continue?! How very unlike me.

What's funny is that the bookmark is actually a reminder for a dentist's appointment - I haven't seen a dentist in ages. The date on it only consists of a month and a day, but I'm guessing that the youngest it can possibly be is from 2007 ... I can't believe it's been four years or more since I opened that book.

So that's one problem out of the way. Now I've got new-to-me reading material and something old to fall back on. It's like Christmas or something.

I hope everything works out. Can't wait to finally get this over and done with.
faevii: (an actual sentence)
Tomorrow is my appointment for the next attempt at a lactose intolerance test (finally) and I am woefully unprepared. For instance, I completely forgot to buy any travel-friendly foods that I could take with me, which I am going to need. I don't have anything to drink in appropriately sized bottles, either. All I can hope for now is that I'll manage to do some emergency shopping really early in the morning, but that's not a very good solution because the more time I spend awake and running around, the sooner I'll get hunger pangs. That awful test takes three hours. D:

Another problem is that I can't find the list of instructions that they gave me. I remember most of them, but I'm not clear on when exactly I'm supposed to stop drinking and whether I'm allowed to at least have a small glass of water in the morning. Where did that piece of paper go?!

And unlike last time, today I don't just happen to have several books lying around that I wanted to reread anyway. The only book I own that I am currently willing to reread is unfortunately very heavy. I'm still considering it, but ... ugh. That thing is enormous. Not exactly made for being carried around.

However! The above dilemma did inspire me to get a little creative, so I remembered that I'd never even checked whether my printer was out of black ink after getting it back from Daniel's brother - I knew that it was definitely out of coloured ink and had no use for only black until now. Turns out there was quite a bit left! I didn't actually have more than five sheets of white paper, but added a few coloured ones that I figured I could expend because they were relatively ugly. Since I miraculously managed to not mess up printing two pages on each side of a sheet, I ended up with about 80 pages of Chainbreaker total. Sadly I have no idea how fast I am going to read that.

It's an interesting book, by the way. I'd saved the link to my Read It Later account a long time ago and then mindlessly downloaded it soon after getting this computer, without looking at the description again. So I was quite surprised to find Loki in it when I finally started reading, haha! How fitting. You can tell that it hasn't been professionally edited, I guess, but that only makes it feel a little more like fanfiction than a book, not ... bad. I don't mind the occasional mistake or awkward phrasing as long as the story is good.

I guess if I make it through those ~80 pages really fast, I can always attempt to use my crappy phone for entertainment? If phones are allowed there, that is. Which I don't know. >.<

Am now sneezing because there was cat hair in the printer. Urgh.

Hospital, Part 2

Sunday, August 28th, 2011 09:24 am
faevii: (broken spear)
Ugh. I thought I was going to sleep so much better here at home, but instead the exact opposite happened. I'm guessing that's supposed to tell me something? Like maybe that this being alone thing bothers me after all or even scares me ... if only I weren't so bad with feelings. Have I mentioned that the doctor compared me to Spock? He seriously did. Another reason to start watching Star Trek ...

Apropos of nothing, I have been reading The Three Musketeers - in short bursts, of course, and I can't believe I'm not further along yet. The hospital has this small library for patients, which is basically a tiny, narrow room filled with way too many books for its size, so it's a good thing that it's usually only visited by one person at a time because more would make it crowded. XD (It also doesn't open more often than twice a week for a small number of hours.) I went in, took half a minute to find the adventure and fantasy sections, grabbed two books and checked them out. The nurse who was playing librarian then was quite surprised by my speed, but it all made sense - I'd been meaning to reread The Three Musketeers anyway and there it was, right before my eyes; then I discovered a Wolfgang Hohlbein book I didn't know yet. One quick look at the summary and yup, decision made.

The last time I read The Three Musketeers, I must have been around ten years old, so now it's almost new to me again ...
faevii: "I take my noodles very seriously" (srs bizness)
One of the things that I never really notice while I'm reading a book, but never fail to notice once I start talking about said book, is whether there are any good female characters in it. Or how female characters are treated in general, or how many there actually are.

This is why I almost think of Havemercy as a guilty pleasure of sorts. I mean, I don't really have guilty pleasures; I enjoy things for the aspects that I like and am perfectly capable of doing so without feeling bad about the aspects that I don't like. However, some mild embarrassment does creep up on me occasionally, usually coupled with instant defensiveness. ("What?!," I demand of my imaginary critics. "I only like this for the ...")

Havemercy (this is not a post about Havemercy, much as I may be giving off that impression) is a very entertaining book and I am looking forward to reading the sequel whenever I can get my hands on it, but evidently it has some issues. How can a book written by not one, but two women be so completely devoid of interesting female characters?! I have read it twice by now and I'm almost certain that during the first two thirds or so, only a single one is even mentioned - and she's an exaggeratedly awful person. Later several more appear, but it's not like we find out much about those.

That said, may I please marry Royston?? I'm in love with his words, of which he has so many (can definitely relate there, ha). I am also fascinated by all the things that he notices, mostly because I wouldn't. I think the ability to Notice Things is something that attracts me in people in general - perhaps a survival trait, as at least one person in a couple should probably have it. :P

Another book I have recently read for a second time is The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms. When I started to read it for the first time, I think I mentioned on here that I had some trouble getting into it, but it turned out to be pretty awesome in the end. In order for me to enjoy a book, it needs to have at least one out of the following: fascinating characters, a fascinating plot or a narrator with a fascinating "voice". The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms doesn't really have the latter, hence my original lack of enthusiasm. However, I came to love it soon enough as the fascinating characters started to appear and the plot became apparent ... and from time to time the narrator did have something witty to say, too.

Obligatory fansquee: NAHADOTH. (That is really all I need to say.)

Also, I rather love the whole mythology of the book's world and what the gods are like in it and the scenes that mess with reality a bit and and and- NAHADOTH.

Ahem.

Anything else that I reread while I didn't have internet, I already commented on when it was new. And then I had the pleasure of being able to read something that was new: Patrick Rothfuss's The Wise Man's Fear, the long-awaited sequel of The Name of the Wind.

When I sat down on my bed with that very large book in my hands, I hesitated to open it for a moment, afraid that I would be disappointed. Ten minutes later I was as absorbed in the story as always, so I guess I needn't have worried, but I must confess that it really wasn't as good as its predecessor. This came as no surprise to me, since in my opinion The Name of the Wind is practically perfect. In The Wise Man's Fear, I noticed several too drawn-out descriptions, one minor continuity error and a handful of things that seemed repetitive, which wouldn't even have bothered me in any other book and only stuck out in this instance because it came after something that had none of those things.

... that I noticed. Which, you know. But never mind.

Elodin was quite unexpectedly promoted to the position of Favourite Character - I never realised how his previous portrayal had been bothering me until it stopped. Basically, if I were to start listing my favourite scenes, it would go something like "That time when Elodin was on that roof, that time when Elodin was on that other roof, that time when ... OH SHIT DID THE THING ON THAT ROOF REALLY HAPPEN." I don't know what he's doing on roofs all the time, but it leads to awesome so that's okay.

And! Another favourite scene was when Mola totally saved the day. Here we go again with the female characters - I think PR's doing a fine job of it.

I could say more, in fact I suspect I could write several essays, but I'd better stop here. :)

Ooohh, shiny!

Friday, July 8th, 2011 03:59 am
faevii: (creepy irish ninja cat)
Still not actually writing about the Stuff That Happened. I'm getting there, promise. In the meantime, have a-

Well, this requires an explanation.

When I feel the need to post a screenshot of something random, I usually do this on Tumblr because that's where it's easiest. Then I either let the image speak for itself or add some hints as to what it means in the shape of tags and excited all-caps flailing because it's Tumblr and that's how (almost) everyone does things over there and it's contagious, et cetera et cetera.

So that's what I just did. Without thinking. And then I turned my brain back on and realised that the only place where I actually have readers (like, two) who would know what I'm talking about is DW, but now I'd feel silly transforming the Tumblr post into a slightly less flaily and slightly more informative version to post over here, and thus ... well ...

Have a screenshot of a Tumblr post in which I posted a screenshot.

not particularly interesting to those unfamiliar with Vladimir Taltos )

Seriously though. You don't understand. My love for this series cannot possibly be expressed in mere words. While I didn't have internet access except for being able to visit Twitter from my phone, one of the things that I said there was: "Some music is better than rollercoasters." Well, books have nothing in common with rollercoasters, but Vlad is better than ... alcohol. Not that I'm particularly fond of alcohol in the first place, mind you - I'm just saying that if I ever needed something to get drunk on for some reason or another, I'd pick these books over ... wait, why would I need something to get drunk on??

Metaphors: Approach With Caution.

Food. Vlad is better than food. Lots of food. An endless supply of my favourite foods and beverages in the whole world, which also magically disappear from my stomach each time so that I can just keep on eating and drinking without ever getting full while still experiencing the satisfaction from having swallowed something tasty.

Better than that.

Yeah, idk either. I think I'm high on sleep deprivation again.

Books

Friday, December 24th, 2010 12:49 am
faevii: (faithful silliness)
I thought I'd mention that I did start reading The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms at some point, it just unfortunately didn't manage to pull me in immediately and then my concentration issues prevented me from picking it up again. Now I'm kind of saving up my unread books for whenever I move out because I assume I'll be internetless for a week or three then.

However, today I was forced to do some waiting and didn't know how else to occupy myself, so I had a look inside Havemercy. And wow, in that case the being pulled in certainly happened. It was the following little sentence that did it:
Of course, you were hanged either way if another man stood up to accuse you of doing all manner of things you were relatively sure you hadn't.
Relatively sure. :D It's always those little bits that get me. Plot? What's a plot? Give me a protagonist who sounds either witty or adorably naive and I'm hooked. I'm very sorry to say this (and might change my mind later), but the main character of The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms seemed a little bland at first glance. :(

I'll try not to devour Havemercy immediately though. I'm looking forward to it now, but I can wait. Then there will be Nameless (once it finally GETS HERE, ARGH), which I am looking forward to on principle, and after that it'll only be a matter of time until I get around to The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms anyway. I've also been having urges to reread Good Omens lately ... and I might reread The Name of the Wind once more before the sequel comes out, too. FIRST OF MARCH!!

That should keep me occupied. Uh. Though come to think of it ... if I don't have internet, for how long? Five or six days?? XD Especially if I manage to find a comfortable chair ...

:D :D :D

Saturday, October 30th, 2010 08:43 pm
faevii: (happiness)
I won something! I get a free book! Hooray!
faevii: (happiness)
I finished reading The Name of the Wind and it was just as much fun as the other two times. Oddly enough, I checked my old journals and discovered that both times it was also either September or early October. Now I almost want to turn that into a habit and reread the book around the same time each year. :D

You know what happens when I read books, right? (Hint: It involves quotes.)

Bits that stuck out to me this time:

It felt exactly like someone had hit me in the head with a church.

"You know how hard it is to find a pretty girl with the right sort of ears," Bast said matter-of-factly.

If not for him, I would never have become the man I am today. I ask that you not hold it against him. He meant well.

The sky was a featureless grey sheet of cloud that looked as if it wanted to rain but couldn't quite work up the energy.

I sorted these by length, haha. Just so the longer ones would be at the end and I could easily stick them all under a cut. )

And then, of course, there was the part that reminded me of why I ended up choosing the name faevii instead of various other options ending in -vii (other than the fact that [livejournal.com profile] tavii was already taken): "You see, there's a fundamental connection between seeming and being. Every Fae child knows this, but you mortals never seem to see." Aaah, stop me from quoting the entire page again! I love that conversation.

I slightly regret that I decided to reread it so early, though. Now I still have to wait ages until the sequel comes out!!
faevii: (x-files love)
The only way I get to see any new (or at least relatively new) movies these days is when Daniel either wants to waste money by renting one and I don't feel like talking him out of it or he persuades me to watch one on a streaming site with him. Either way, I usually look forward to it once the decision had been made because I do enjoy the whole experience, but I never react with much enthusiasm when he suggests a title. It's either "No way, not that one!" or "Alright, why not."

... well, that's what it was until he suggested Sherlock Holmes, that is. XD In that case my reaction was closer to OMG YES PLEASE WHEN CAN WE START. :O (I'm sure that wasn't at all suspicious. "Uhm. I mean. People on the internet ... said it was ... good?") He'd already seen the first half online once, but had to stop due to bad quality or something. Yesterday he rented it and we watched it properly.

I have to admit that I am not familiar with the original novels or any earlier screen adaptions, although something tells me I must have at least read an abridged version of The Hound of the Baskervilles at some point. Maybe for school? No idea, I just remember random fragments of the story. (This being me, we're talking about exciting fragments such as "Holmes and Watson sneak around in the dark near a building for some reason.") I may have read a lot of books in my life, but somehow I apparently managed to dodge all the classics. I have oodles of those on my "one day I'll get around to this" list.

Just like Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead made me want to read Hamlet (which I still haven't finished though), the Sherlock Holmes movie made me want to read the novels. I know they're very different and all, but I'm not looking for the written equivalent of an action movie anyway when I'm picking out books.

That said, I loved it. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Incidentally, Holmes and Watson reminded me of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern in one scene. Just the one, but very intensely - I would be most delighted if anyone could guess which. :D And of course I also kept seeing House and Wilson in their place, but I suppose that was inevitable.

Micro-reviews of other movies I've seen lately:

1) Daybreakers: Pure lulz. Vampire called Edward, need I say more. Not entirely bad though.
2) Clash of the Titans: Meh. Fun to watch, but painfully predictable in every imaginable way. Prepare for urge to facepalm at clich├ęs.
3) The Book of Eli: This one almost deserves a post of its own. To say I was pleasantly surprised would be an understatement. Maybe more on this later?

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