Imagine me reading Flip out loud in my best disaffected teenager voice. She'll annoy you even more! (mr. flea could barely stand it.)
Buffy ,'Help'
Literary Buffistas 3: Don't Parse the Blurb, Dear.
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
Best. Book. Promotional. Website. Ever: [link]
Oh, wow, that is awesome. I was loving her already and was interested in her book, and then Dave Eggers compared her to Lorrie Moore, and now I need to remember to go see her on May 16 when she comes to San Francisco.
Just finished Bellwether. Sheep. Hee!
If I were to read To Say Nothing of the Dog, should I read Three Men in a Boat first? (I actually read it in college in a Brit. Lit. class, but I cannot remember one damned thing about it, other than feeling sorry for Jerome K. Jerome because of his name.)
I didn't, and didn't feel the lack. Though I do want to read Three Men in a Boat, now.
Just finished Bellwether. Sheep. Hee!
Barbies! Bobbed hair! Duct tape!
When I first read To Say Nothing of the Dog, it had been years since I read Three Men in a Boat. I remembered enough to catch the jokes. I don't think it's necessary, though.
I'm with -t...have never read it, kind of want to now...still enjoyed "To Say Nothing..." without that.
I read To Say Nothing of the Dog without having read Three Men in a Boat and loved it. I might have missed a few jokes, but I still thought it was hilarious. (There was also at least one joke that I remember that I wouldn't have understood without reading some Buffista discussions about, hm, I think it was Georgette Heyer? Anyway, I felt Very Cultured about getting that one.)
-t is me. And so is meara, apparenlty. Except probably not as drunkl, at least if we go by speeling.
I read To Say Nothing of the Dog without having read Three Men in a Boat and loved it.
Me four.
And 5. I almost bought the Jerome last weekend, though. But didn't, because there were other books demanding my attention.
I stood for a while in front of the new science fiction shelf at Moe's, looking at the titles.
What I learned was interesting: the only female writer on that shelf was Jaqueline Carey. Granted, Moe's has a small new SF shelf, just six feet by six.
But still: one woman? WTF? No Bear, Walton, Traviss, Cherryh, McKillip, McKinley, or Bujold. Just Carey. Not even Hamilton.