I am about to spoil the premise of the Samaria series, and pretty much everything about book three, The Alleluia Files. You probably don't need to care about that, even if you're planning on reading the books, but I feel I ought to give warning.

So: in Samaria, there are angels and humans, the humans being regular people, and the angels being winged people with immense strength who can can control the weather by singing prayers to the god Jovah. Because Jovah listens to the angels' prayers and responds in a material way, they are the world's premier religious authorities, which also gives them significant political power. However, though even the angels don't know this, they're all colonists from another planet, Jovah is a spaceship controlled by an advanced AI, and the angels were genetically-engineered for weather-control purposes.

...listen, it's a romance series about making out with sexy angels. Let us simply accept that if you want to colonize a planet, you're going to need some angels singing. I think that's actually the current thinking on the subject anyway.

Book three, The Alleluia Files, is the one where the world finally finds out that they've been worshiping a spaceship. A group of atheist rebels called the Jacobites (...) has been searching for a semi-mythical set of documents called the Alleluia Files, made by an angel believed to have visited the spaceship. The primary viewpoint character is a Jacobite woman on the run from the archangel's thugs*. The archangel, Bael (...), has been capturing and killing the Jacobites to root out their heresy. Tamar, the heroine, is determined not to run away. She decides to disguise herself, infiltrate Samarian society, and continue to spread their message. But her companion Zeke is afraid, and decides to flee for another continent where Bael has less power, and where most of their people have already gone. Before he can make it to the boat, he's captured and beaten.

Tamar then spends about half the book hiding, having given up on the atheist-evangelism plan. It's symptomatic of the book's problems that Tamar, in hiding herself, considers Zeke (and by extension the rest of her friends) a coward for attempting to flee, and that there are later events calculated to vindicate her. The narrative does not recognize any of this as a contradiction.

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I don't know what's giving me that idea! It's just, you know, little things:

All Tamar's habitual wariness deserted her. All her defenses undid themselves of their own accord.

"I don't know that I could leave you behind even if I wanted to," she replied slowly. "Even if I crushed this Kiss in my arm, I think I would still hear your voice. I have become attuned to you. Jehovah woke the bond, but I think it is a bond past breaking. I am afraid, too, but not of losing you. I am afraid of what it means to have found you."

Lucinda flowed to her feet and threw her arms around her sister.

Neither was Tamar used to indiscriminate hugs from chance-met acquaintances, but she did not draw back. This felt familiar, this felt right. Even when those delicate wings came curving around her shoulders, wrapping her in a texture that was half lace and half sinew, she did not pull away. It was as if she was embraced by her own soul, insubstantial but indestructible.

She felt her bones give up their accustomed fight and her blood go dancing backward in her veins.

- The Alleluia Files


As [personal profile] brownbetty has previously observed, Shinn's worldbuilding would seem to indicate that she's never heard about lesbians. But then, she keeps writing stuff like this. Though this is by far the most blatant I've seen her get, Wrapt in Crystal also had quite a bit of subtext. If the two worldly nuns and their guy had been up for resolving the situation by way of polyamory, the guy would have started feeling left out after a month or so.

Come to think of it, this isn't even really the first time she's subliminated an apparent lesbian love story by making the women siblings. Though the devoted sisters in Summers at Castle Auburn don't embrace passionately, their relationship was pressed directly from the Story A mold. The straight romances feels pasted on by comparison. Is there any evidence that Shinn reads manga?
It is.

Nickname(s): Ma petite (by Jean-Claude)
Chica
NiƱa
The Executioner
Little Queen
'Nita
Nimir-Ra
Negra Gatita
Anna
Kiddo


She is also known as the Kicker of Animals, and some guy called her Cutiepie once in book 3.

There are three entries under "Species" and 12 under "Spouse(s)". One of the ones under "Title" is probbbably not an official title of any kind.
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Alexia Tarabotti is twenty-five years old, half-Italian, and unmarried in an alternate Victorian London in which vampires and werewolves are slightly more acceptable in polite society than she is. She also has no soul.

The soulless, who have the ability to return werewolves and vampires to their human state, once hunted them, though Alexia sees no reason to do so, provided they don't smash her cake at parties. Her state does not put off Lord Conall Maccon, a Scottish werewolf who has fallen in love with her - the main effect of soullessness on the personality appears to be sarcasm, which he finds attractive. Alexia, who finds Conall rude, chooses to stifle her own more carnal interest him.

Unfortunately, as this is a paranormal romance novel, their relationship is quickly interrupted by 1) a series of mysterious disappearances, 2) an evil secret society, and 3) a monster more monstrous than the ones already introduced, to assure us that the vampires and werewolves are just folks, after all.

It all plays out in ways that are easily recognizable to readers of the genre, but the intelligence and humor of the characters distinguish it. Carriger, like Cynthia Leitich Smith in Eternal, has an appreciation for the absurdity of vampires and werewolves as romantic heroes - her ancient, well-dressed vampires are stubbornly frozen in modes of fashion centuries out of date, and the issue of what happens to werewolves' clothing when they transform is addressed, frequently. Apparently cloakrooms developed as a courtesy to shapeshifting guests. Other parts of world history are also modified to explain what vampires and werewolves had to do with them.

A light read that doesn't take itself too seriously. Soulless is the first in a series, and I'm interested in seeing if the worldbuilding is extended in the next book.
Thing 1:

Because I'm trying to get serious about finishing a couple of my projects (one coding, one writing), I've installed StayFocusd, set it for an hour of non-research internet a day, and put DW and LJ in the lock-list. The only exception I made was the DW update page, because I've decided to count finishing all the book/manga/video game posts I've got sitting on my desktop as a productive act. So, I'll probably be slow responding to comments.

(...I'm always slow. I'll probably be slower responding to comments.)

Thing 2:

I'm half-way through Naked in Death, the first book in the JD Robb series that's basically like paranormal romances, except instead of having a sketchily-planned fantasy setting, it's got a sketchily-planned sci-fi one. And I have a problem with it.

My problem is not any of the obvious ones - that the policewoman heroine totally shouldn't be fooling around with the murder suspect; that even though the book's set a hundred years in the future, in a world apparently devastated by environmental disaster and unexplained wars, Americans are still worried about exactly the same political issues we are now; that, even when a book in the paranormal romance genre is set in a world in which guns are outlawed, violent crime is far down, and prostitution is legal and "safer than being a schoolteacher," it is still all about prostitutes getting murdered -

Okay, maybe I do have problems with that stuff. But I have read five Nalini Singh books voluntarily, so I can probably deal with those particular problems.

What's really bugging me is that the heroine's name is Eve Dallas, and my brain keeps reading that as Steve Dallas.

is that there’s another Hell that is way worse than regular Hell and is called “NetherHell.”

I’m really trying hard here, but I think the book just beat me. I’d gotten over my cold, but it relapsed; and all my downloads keep aborting themselves; the milk has all curdled; and the sun set an hour earlier than usual, with a heavy sense of finality. This is what it’s like when the book wins.

Anyway, this concept has previously appeared pretty much verbatim in Penny Arcade.

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I just read this book.

And you guys.

It is Anne Bishop fanfic. Unequivocally! Terms and social structures are duplicated!

Lisa is a nurse at a New York hospital who has magic diagnostic powers - she only needs to touch a patient to know what is wrong with him/her! Obviously we must first see her doing this to a cute child. But within two pages, a man checks into her ward and immediately uses his magical powers to “touch her like a lover’s invisible fingers, stirring foreign urges and feelings within her that she had never felt before!” He’s bleeding all over the place at the time, but it’s cool - one of those feelings within her is bloodlust.

His name is Gryphon (excellent.) and he is on the run from the evil Mona Sera, his Queen, whom he serves because it is the natural order of things for men to serve the women who are born with the magical powers that make them Queens. If you are descended from the moon people, which he is. Turns out, Lisa is three-quarters moon person herself! In fact, she is the very first half-breed Queen ever! And could she also be… the most powerful Queen ever?! (Obviously yes.) Gryphon vows to serve her, and she vows to fix his evil-rape-y society - if they can find a cure for the poison that will kill him within 30 days!

Please assume that I got all these exclamation points directly from the book.

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I regret to inform you that the Regency Buffy book - aka, The Rest Falls Away, by Colleen Gleason, #1 in the Gardella Vampire Chronicles series - just is not very good. At all. The prose is clunky, and there’s no pacing, and the love triangle has so little chemistry from any angle that I fear that in the vicinity of these three characters matter is actually continuous and not particulate in nature. The hilarious presence of magical protective Catholic navel piercing talismans does not make up for these problems.

With that understood, please go now about your business.

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