In response to my post on "charming fiction", Lt.Warhound picked out three books from his own library for me:
Expecting Someone Taller by Tom Hold
Chess with a Dragon by David Gerrold
The Warrior's Apprentice by Lois McMasters Bujold
I started the first on Friday morning, and finished the last on Sunday night. This is the rate at which I used to read books in high school: about one a day. Granted, the first two are very short. (Especially Chess, which is published as a novel but probably doesn't break 50,000 words.)
Commentary on them ( behind the cut-tag, due to mild spoilers on the nature of how well they fit the cirteria described in my earlier post. )
I grabbed Connie Willis's To Say Nothing of the Dog this morning and started reading it on the walk to work. The first few pages haven't grabbed me. I'll read some more on the way home, and if it still hasn't caught my interest, I'll probably put it to one side in favor of reading another Vorkosigan novel. It strikes me that the world is full of books that I'll have a blast reading; I don't really need to slog through ones I'm not enjoying. And it's always possible that a book that feels like a chore now will seem a lot more fun a year or five down the line.
Expecting Someone Taller by Tom Hold
Chess with a Dragon by David Gerrold
The Warrior's Apprentice by Lois McMasters Bujold
I started the first on Friday morning, and finished the last on Sunday night. This is the rate at which I used to read books in high school: about one a day. Granted, the first two are very short. (Especially Chess, which is published as a novel but probably doesn't break 50,000 words.)
Commentary on them ( behind the cut-tag, due to mild spoilers on the nature of how well they fit the cirteria described in my earlier post. )
I grabbed Connie Willis's To Say Nothing of the Dog this morning and started reading it on the walk to work. The first few pages haven't grabbed me. I'll read some more on the way home, and if it still hasn't caught my interest, I'll probably put it to one side in favor of reading another Vorkosigan novel. It strikes me that the world is full of books that I'll have a blast reading; I don't really need to slog through ones I'm not enjoying. And it's always possible that a book that feels like a chore now will seem a lot more fun a year or five down the line.