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cimorenedown: death in the stocks. up next: a blunt instrument. loving georgette heyer. all the time growing up, i thought i wanted to marry her regency heroes and all of a sudden (like, today) i realize i have really wanted to be one. since i've stolen my style of repartee from her since i was prepubescent, i suppose i was bound to come to the realization sooner or later. now i just need to find me a regency heroine. or, you know, a bitter (but, nonetheless, voluptuous) old fandom queen with a perfect profile and quite shapely ankles.
so i guess i'm back on to reading real books. am tired of fanfic for the mo, and seem to have the energy for whole novels all of a sudden! o joy of joys! am thinking after the heyer shelf i'll tackle dorothy sayers. sue grafton and marcia miller, get thee gone. no classic mysteries, please. i may have to resort after that to regencies. or to, you know, the classics of science fiction. the trouble is that inasmuch as i regard sf as a job in my own twisted way, even reading it seems to put on some pressure, now, and make me slightly nervous. like i should be taking notes or something. (gibson has been described as gritty and real, you know. i don't achieve this level of gritty realism, of course. my descriptions are too airy. what if i never become gritty and real? wax is gritty and real. also, luscious.)
so i guess i'm back on to reading real books. am tired of fanfic for the mo, and seem to have the energy for whole novels all of a sudden! o joy of joys! am thinking after the heyer shelf i'll tackle dorothy sayers. sue grafton and marcia miller, get thee gone. no classic mysteries, please. i may have to resort after that to regencies. or to, you know, the classics of science fiction. the trouble is that inasmuch as i regard sf as a job in my own twisted way, even reading it seems to put on some pressure, now, and make me slightly nervous. like i should be taking notes or something. (gibson has been described as gritty and real, you know. i don't achieve this level of gritty realism, of course. my descriptions are too airy. what if i never become gritty and real? wax is gritty and real. also, luscious.)
