Flight into Fantasy

<1. The Arya storyline is really kinda creeping me out. I don’t like the Faceless Mmen. *shudders*

2. I notice the common theme that both Arya and Sansa have to forsake who they are. The Faceless Men keep trying to tell Arya she is no one, that Arya of house Stark no longer exists, and Sansa has to pretend to be Alaine (SP) Stone. I’m wondering if there’s any deeper significance to that particular parallel story.

3. Well, at least Cersei’s chapters aren’t boring me anymore, but I still hate her so so so very much. Giving people you hate to a necromancer? Not a very nice thing. I can’t wait til she gets hers, which is likely to happen very soon.

4. Oh, my sweet Samwell finally got laid. And he was so conflicted about it. I just want to hug him endlessly.

5. Crap, why did GRRM kill off the Hound?

6. There is no number 6.

The narrator who is reading the book has not improved overly much the more I get used to him.

I find the Cersei POV chapters really boring.

This book is missing a lot because of a lack of POVs from characters I miss, like Dany and Tyrion and even Bran.

I do, however, disagree with the posts I’ve read which consider the Brienne (still pronounced Bray-een) chapters boring. But then, I <3 Brienne.

In response to an email none of you sent me:
Wandering is where you drift around aimlessly and have no direction. Example: “As soon as the girl thrust her b00bies of d00m in front of his face, he could feel his mind wandering away from the subject at hand.”

Wondering is where you’re curious about something. Example: “As she thrust her b00bies of d00m in front of his face, his mind began wandering down forbidden territory. He found himself wondering, for example, whether the massive mammary glands were, in fact, real.”

this lesson in proper usage was, again, brought to you by my email.

*Sigh*

…Is in my hot little hands. I’m reading the audio version now. And totally boggling at the fact that the commercial audio narrator, in a phrase, sucks big fat hairy donkey balls. Let’s think about this for a minute.

The name B r i e n n e sounds like “Bree enne” to me. How in the world can he justify pronouncing it Bray een”? And the man has only one way to emote… He reads everything as if it were a pronouncement of impending doom. I’m sure he could make the phrase “And they all lived happily ever after” sound like the worst fate that could befall a person.

In other news, I have turned into a stalker. At least I’m sure the LJ person I just friended probably thinks I have.

I want to make sure I keep track of what I am actually reading and I have not been, so here:

1. To Ride Pegasus – Anne McCaffrey (which I blogged about)
2. Pegasus in Flight – Anne McCaffrey (which surprisingly was a lot better.)
3. Live from Golgotha – Gore Vidal (wonderfully biting social satire)
4. An American Werewolf in Hoboken by Dakota Cassidy (ebook) (Very amusing and erotic romance)
5. A Storm of Swords – George R. R. Martin (OMG!)
6. The Twinkie Squad – Gordon Korman (a relic from my early teens that my mom read to me but never finished. I still found it hillariously amusing.)
7. Weetzie Bat – Francesca Lia Block (A reread, and I didn’t really feel the magic of the world she creates quite so much this time around.)
8. Baby Be-Bop – Francesca Lia Block (OMG I loved loved loved this book. It doesn’t quite have the same tone as Weetzie Bat, and is markedly less cheerful, but it’s also tackling coming out as gay, and the problems that entails. It was beautiful and surreal and nearly made me cry.

Currently I intend to finish reading the other books in Block’s series of loosely connected novels. I’m also reading Zenna Henderson’s Ingathering which is her collection of The People stories, and am nearly done with another old collection of the year’s best fantasy and horror. I should make a note that this second collection was much easier to get through, because the reader was extremely engaging, and actually could act.

As usual I am going through a period of lack of caring about my LJ posting.

Let’s see. On the RL front, I started volunteer training at Women’s Transitional Care Services, a battered women’s shelter here in town. It turns out my family knows the executive director of this organization, as she used to live a few houses down from us. Which was vaguely neat-making.
I also had an appointment today with my erstwhile vocational rehabilitation counsellor. Turns out they do have enough money to provide me vaguely useful services. Who knew?

In things that get me out of the house news: I get to go see the Vagina Mmonologues tonight with my friends the Hippie Quaker Lesbians. I hope to hell they’re not sold out because I can’t get over to campus to reserve tickets for the Hippie Quaker Lesbians and myself. I also have to figure out where to make them go eat tonight… a decision that is incredibly difficult and which I have made way too hard.

In ubiquitous book news: The interlibrary loan finally came through and eventually I will be able to read A Feast for Crows . In the meantime, Zenna Henderson is a goddess. I’m reading her collection of stories about the People, and my favorite so far was a not so subtle indictment of fundamentalist Christianity… Which was written, like, 40 years ago.