Acting on a hunch, and seeing how it won both the Hugo and the Nebula awards, I picked up Jo Walton’s “Among Others” and – couldn’t put it down.
I have finally seen the film. Like many other people I talked to about it prior to seeing it, I was afraid that it would be too stretched out and boring. The book itself is boring despite its relative thinness (being a kids’ book after all), let alone a nine-hour dramatization – or so I thought. It’s not like that at all. It’s pretty to look at and funny and exciting and in the end I sincerely wished I had the sequels at hand – I’d have watched them too, and right after.
Several days ago, I wrote about my initial impressions with Tim Powers’ “The Stress of Her Regard”, making an effort to reveal nothing of importance to a potential future reader who doesn’t want to be spoiled. That post felt oddly unfinished and, honestly, rather lame, but it took me a while to figure out why. And now I’m going to tell you, in all the glorious, spoilerific detail.
It is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar.
A book by Tim Powers that I just finished reading. I’ve read another one, “The Drawing of the Dark”, this summer, so I thought I knew what I was getting into; but “The Stress of Her Regard” surprised me in several ways.