Yeah, Jilli, I kinda thought that was an asspull. I mean, has a soulless ever gotten together with a were before? Geez, leap right into the Pit o' Conclusions, dude.

And good lord

Right? I felt that was maybe just a *skosh* over-the-top, even for him. I know, I know, he's 200+ years old, and a werewolf has never been able to reproduce, blah blah supernaturalcakes, but still. And he's intelligent enough to realize, oh, yeah wife is soulless, so maybe that's a new wrinkle. Durrrr.

Like I said, only a *skosh* over the top.

Also, I love Mme. Lefoux. LOVE. When she was all, "Sure, throwing someone over a dirigible is one thing, but destroying an aetherograph WHY GOD WHY?!?" it made me laugh my ass off.

Librarians, hoy! Nathan Fillion on Read poster.

That same org has some Ebay auctions, including a pic of the Metallicar signed by cast and crew of SPN and a copy of a Serenity comic signed by Alan Tudyk:

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I am going to try and get a copy of that Nathan Fillion poster at ALA...

Steph I had issue with that. I want to love the books because there are so many great parts but I mostly think they are okay.

I'll still read the next one but if it's like the other two it will take me awhile to really get into it.

I really liked Feed, too.

The Guardian has a feature where writers ask themselves questions they've never been asked in interviews. Several are fun and interesting, but I particularly liked this short one with Jeanette Winterson.

*****

How do you feel about being interviewed?

I feel like a perfectly good potato put through a masher. Nothing comes out the way I expected, and my skin is off, and the solid, sane things get pulped and the whole thing is served up easy to swallow, but not for me. I am still somewhere at the bottom of the masher shouting "I AM A POTATO GET ME OUT OF HERE".

Why do you think what you do matters?

Art and potatoes are pretty similar. Everyone needs slow-release energy and something to stabilise the gut. Art does that – it isn't fast food, but it isn't fancy food either. It's the solid stuff of life. I once had lunch at Heston Blumenthall's Fat Duck at Bray. I was very depressed because I am not a chocolate risotto kind of person. That night I dug up new potatoes from my garden with my hands, steamed them, covered them in olive oil and mint and chives, and ate nothing else. Then I felt better. The same thing happens to me with a book or a painting. It reminds me that life is good and solid, not about money and not about fad.

Have you ever found true love?

Yes, but then what do you do?

"I AM A POTATO GET ME OUT OF HERE".

Ha, that's brilliant. Man, I used to be super into her books, but I haven't read anything she's done in years. This makes me glad she's still around.

I tried Sexing the Cherry, but I was just...bored.

Sarah Waters, OTOH, I eat up with a spoon. Although I like the Victoriana better than the 20th c. stuff, although it is good.

Did anyone ever read "The Observations," speaking of 18th c. cryptolesbian lit? Memfault on name, but quite good.