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Ellis Peters made me sad.
Dec. 20th, 2005 02:29 amBooks that are awesome recently: the Steerswoman series. Rowan and I are getting married, and neither you nor heterosexuality nor any other force of nature have any say in this, Rosemary Kirstein.
Books that aren't: An Excellent Mystery, the eight kajillionth or whatever book in the Brother Cadfael series. This book has Sexual Politics, which I'll talk about under the cut, my whole thing being just one big spoiler. (And I also gratuitously spoil book one (A Morbid Taste for Bones).)
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I took three Cadfael books in the series out of the library, but now this one's pissed me off enough that I don't feel like reading the others. I read Cadfael stuff when I'm stressed out - the plots are always kind of predictable and the endings are all happy and Cadfael always gets along with everyone - and, well, they're basically Mary Sue stories with all the dirty fingerprints wiped off, which is the most soothing type of literature you can get without actually involving puddle duckies saving Christmas.
But this time Peters was apparently out of Windex, and the dirty fingerprints made it to press, and now I know all these things about her that I didn't want to, and I don't want to read more of her stuff until I've managed to forget them somewhat.
(And that my children is one of the neverending stories of fandom.)
In related news, this dog here is completely retarded. What the hell, why is it you think corduroy would taste good, you retarded dog.
Books that aren't: An Excellent Mystery, the eight kajillionth or whatever book in the Brother Cadfael series. This book has Sexual Politics, which I'll talk about under the cut, my whole thing being just one big spoiler. (And I also gratuitously spoil book one (A Morbid Taste for Bones).)
( ... )
I took three Cadfael books in the series out of the library, but now this one's pissed me off enough that I don't feel like reading the others. I read Cadfael stuff when I'm stressed out - the plots are always kind of predictable and the endings are all happy and Cadfael always gets along with everyone - and, well, they're basically Mary Sue stories with all the dirty fingerprints wiped off, which is the most soothing type of literature you can get without actually involving puddle duckies saving Christmas.
But this time Peters was apparently out of Windex, and the dirty fingerprints made it to press, and now I know all these things about her that I didn't want to, and I don't want to read more of her stuff until I've managed to forget them somewhat.
(And that my children is one of the neverending stories of fandom.)
In related news, this dog here is completely retarded. What the hell, why is it you think corduroy would taste good, you retarded dog.
