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What I Just Finished Reading: Swordspoint by Ellen Kushner. Wow. Just...wow! And who knew reference to fish could be so romantic?
No, I'm not explaining that. If you don't know you'll have to read it and see.
What I'm Currently Reading: Swordspoint again. The first time through I found the beginning a bit rocky, and I think it will make a difference knowing how to read the rhythm of the piece and the personalities of the characters. (Alec, Alec. I feel like I ought not to like you, and yet I do.)
What I'm Reading Next: Not sure. Possibly Kushner's The Priveledge of the Sword. Perhaps The Lies of Locke Lamora. I may make one of them my upstairs and the other my downstairs book. (Because I will forget to bring my book with me from one place to another. Except when I do. This is why, no matter how intent I am on keeping my bookshelves organized and tidy, it doesn't happen.They wind up upstairs, downstairs, and in stacks. I will eventually try to organize them, get part way through, and find a book I haven't touched in ages, like meeting an old friend by chance, and it will all start again. I will grow old, and sit among my stacks of books, drink my tea, and read.)
No, I'm not explaining that. If you don't know you'll have to read it and see.
What I'm Currently Reading: Swordspoint again. The first time through I found the beginning a bit rocky, and I think it will make a difference knowing how to read the rhythm of the piece and the personalities of the characters. (Alec, Alec. I feel like I ought not to like you, and yet I do.)
What I'm Reading Next: Not sure. Possibly Kushner's The Priveledge of the Sword. Perhaps The Lies of Locke Lamora. I may make one of them my upstairs and the other my downstairs book. (Because I will forget to bring my book with me from one place to another. Except when I do. This is why, no matter how intent I am on keeping my bookshelves organized and tidy, it doesn't happen.They wind up upstairs, downstairs, and in stacks. I will eventually try to organize them, get part way through, and find a book I haven't touched in ages, like meeting an old friend by chance, and it will all start again. I will grow old, and sit among my stacks of books, drink my tea, and read.)
