Tep, that shirt rocks.
Mayor ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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."
Tep, that shirt rocks.
Somewhere in the comments section for that shirt, the designer lists all the authors who are on the shirt. I couldn't identify them all on my laptop screen (too small), but you bet that's the first thing I'm going to do when it lands on my doorstep.
Man, if that shirt weren't yellow...
You, however, will rock it.
I can't even say why I love this one so much, but oh, I do.
Man, if that shirt weren't yellow...
I dislike yellow, and I don't own *anything* in that color. I think it makes me look sallow. But I wanted the shirt really badly, and the design takes up such a large part of the shirt that I figured I could deal with the yellow.
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yellow makes me look like cat vomit, but I love that shirt, Tep!!
why are all cute reading shirts yellow? GREEN is much more literary. It's the color of...alphabet neurons?
Yeah, I dunno.
I finished Skulduggery Pleasant this morning -- it's pretty good! One of the review snippets on the back cover calls it a "new genre -- screwball fantasy," and that's not far off. The comparisons to the Harry Potter books are inevitable, and it does have *some* similarities, most notably the existence of the magical world right under the noses of the non-magic people. But beyond that, there really aren't any other striking similarities.
It's got a lot of elements in common with the Kiki Strike books, actually, perhaps a TINY dash of Buffy, and the title character (although he's a skeleton) reminds me of no one more than Remington Steele. Seriously.
It's fun -- I think Buffistas would like it. There's a sequel, which I just started.
Oh, also -- in the first book, the primary baddie's weapon of choice is some weird power where his all he has to do is point his right hand, which is all skinless and red and gross, at a person/creature, and they die a gruesome, agonizing death.
Its name? The Red Right Hand. (The character who wielded it did NOT, unfortunately, have a soundtrack playing whenever he did battle. [And I have no doubt that the author name it that deliberately.])
(Oh yes, I laughed my ass off at that.)
Late to the party, but I loved Sunshine. I recommended it to my bookgroup who aren't, on the whole, enamored with vampire novels or post-apocalyptic SF/fantasy. They adored it.
The Guthrie's stage version of Little House on the Prairie is a surprise hit!
Hmm, apparently, the LHotP is a musical.