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Thank you all for the birthday wishes! It was a good day... and the follow-on festivities continue excellently. Still to come: getting a massage and going out with choir folk. As Tracy Grammer said the last time ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
breadandroses and I saw her in concert, I believe in celebrating throughout my astrological sign.
I am feeling very rich in delightful stuff to read.sahiya wrote me a lovely bit of healing post-Chosen Giles, Unexpected, and antennapedia wrote A Short Rest, a sweet and just-poignant-enough h/c story about Giles and Xander in season two. Apparently I'm on a Giles' Canonical Girlfriends kick, because I lovedlovedloved the appearances of Jenny Calendar and Olivia.
My parents sent me The Mercy Rule by Perri Klass, which I've already finished and enjoyed. Possibly more on that in another entry. They also gave me The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows, a novel which apparently deals with the occupation of the English Channel islands during WWII. (And a knitting book, 101 Designer One-Skein Wonders: A world of possibilities inspired by just one skein by Judith Durant.)
The Badgers gave me Landing, a new book by Emma Donoghue in her lives-and-loves-of-Irish-lesbians vein, which I prefer to her striking-evocative-sucking-the-reader's-will-to-live-vein (cf. Slammerkin, of which all I could say when I finished it was "Fuck, that was brutal.") I've nearly finished it. One of the protagonists is an archivist; of course I couldn't put it down.
Even before my birthday I was feeling well-supplied, in that I had two new-to-me P.D. James novels to read. Unfortunately I went at them in the wrong order, but I have decided not to care about reading The Lighthouse before The Murder Room. I was saying to my parents the other day that I stopped reading P.D. James after Original Sin for sucking-the-reader's-will-to-live reasons. In that book, I felt that I didn't know any more about whodunnit on page 300 than I had on page 100; I only knew that everyone who worked in that publishing house was incredibly unhappy. Not just unhappy, but trapped in terrible, mutually abusive and degrading relationships or in suffocating isolation. And I said "OK, no more." But then I picked up Death in Holy Orders a few years ago and it did not drape me with with a leaden x-ray apron of despair, and thengreyhoundliz got on the P.D. James wagon, so I've revisited my old favorites and plunged boldly into the newer books.
breadandroses and I saw her in concert, I believe in celebrating throughout my astrological sign. I am feeling very rich in delightful stuff to read.
sahiya wrote me a lovely bit of healing post-Chosen Giles, Unexpected, and antennapedia wrote A Short Rest, a sweet and just-poignant-enough h/c story about Giles and Xander in season two. Apparently I'm on a Giles' Canonical Girlfriends kick, because I lovedlovedloved the appearances of Jenny Calendar and Olivia.My parents sent me The Mercy Rule by Perri Klass, which I've already finished and enjoyed. Possibly more on that in another entry. They also gave me The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows, a novel which apparently deals with the occupation of the English Channel islands during WWII. (And a knitting book, 101 Designer One-Skein Wonders: A world of possibilities inspired by just one skein by Judith Durant.)
The Badgers gave me Landing, a new book by Emma Donoghue in her lives-and-loves-of-Irish-lesbians vein, which I prefer to her striking-evocative-sucking-the-reader's-will-to-live-vein (cf. Slammerkin, of which all I could say when I finished it was "Fuck, that was brutal.") I've nearly finished it. One of the protagonists is an archivist; of course I couldn't put it down.
Even before my birthday I was feeling well-supplied, in that I had two new-to-me P.D. James novels to read. Unfortunately I went at them in the wrong order, but I have decided not to care about reading The Lighthouse before The Murder Room. I was saying to my parents the other day that I stopped reading P.D. James after Original Sin for sucking-the-reader's-will-to-live reasons. In that book, I felt that I didn't know any more about whodunnit on page 300 than I had on page 100; I only knew that everyone who worked in that publishing house was incredibly unhappy. Not just unhappy, but trapped in terrible, mutually abusive and degrading relationships or in suffocating isolation. And I said "OK, no more." But then I picked up Death in Holy Orders a few years ago and it did not drape me with with a leaden x-ray apron of despair, and then
greyhoundliz got on the P.D. James wagon, so I've revisited my old favorites and plunged boldly into the newer books.
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