Wotcha all. I spotted this tag a while back and decided it looked interesting, so I’d keep it for a rainy day. Today isn’t actually rainy, but it’s pretty fucking miserable looking, so we’re doing it. Now nobody tagged me and I’ve seen it in a few places, but I think I found it first at Hundreds & Thousands of Books, so I’ll give credit to them.
Now onto answers.
Last book I bought
That would be Shelley Parker-Chan’s mesmerisingly good She Who Became The Sun. It was on an ebook deal so I thought it would be rude not to, and now I am a Big Fan. That was about a week ago, so I’m getting a little twitchy.
Last book I re-read
Dawn Wind by Rosemary Sutcliff, which is not coincidentally the last book I finished; I am one of nature’s re-readers. Although arguably the right answer is Jordan’s The Great Hunt, which I’m re-reading right now. Anyway, Dawn Wind was a book I first read as a child, and has provided a great palate cleanser while slogging through a few books that I’m not in love with.
Last Book I Gave Up On
I think it’s The Unspoken Name by AK Larkwood. 99% sure I’m DNFing it, which is to say I’ve said I’ve DNFed it and am giving it a few days to change my mind. I want to find a reason to change my mind as I love the book’s concept and inspirations but there’s just nothing about it that makes me smile. The characters are petty and annoying, the prose isn’t synching with my brain, and the lack of big overarching arc means there’s no narrative momentum for me; emulating the episodic nature of the pulp fiction of yesteryear sounds cool but the practice is a little different. Maybe I’d come back to it? I don’t know. But right now, this is the answer.
Last Book I Said I Read But I Didn’t
People do this? Well, don’t I feel naive right now. Uhm. I guess technically the books I put on my bibliographies for university essays would count but that’s a long time ago and buggered if I can remember which ones I lied about.
Last Book I Wrote in the Margins Of
I don’t really do that either. I keep telling myself I should but either I’m so in the zone I don’t really notice things, or there’s nothing I’d wish to annotate. I think David Carpenter’s The Struggle for Mastery, once again from university, is the answer.
Last Book That I Had Signed
MD Presley’s Worldbuilding For Fantasy Fans And Authors. I did a lot of beta reading/editing (my contribution was somewhere between the two) for it, so he sent me a signed copy to him which was very nice of him.
Last Book I Lost
I clean forgot where I’d put John Crowley’s Aegypt for most of the summer after leaving it in my rugby kit bag, which needless to say I did not look at for a whole summer. I’d have lost a book far more recently though if it wasn’t for how small my flat is; it takes *work* to lose something here.
Last Book I Had to Replace
I’m expecting to move continents fairly soon so right now, if a book dies it’ll stay unreplaced for a while. I don’t want to have to move more books than I have to. I got a paperback copy of Bujold’s The Curse of Chalion to replace my ecopy and left it at my in laws if that counts?
Last Book I Argued Over
Robert Holdstock’s Mythago Wood. It’s a bloody good concept, but the characterisation and plot feel underbaked. A friend also made a good point; that its main female character is literal embodied wish fulfilment who is fought over, and Holdstock does nothing with that. That’s a missed opportunity at best, and I can everyone who finds it actually offputting.
Mind you, the real reason for the discussion was someone finding a review of it calling it ‘fairy porn’, which no matter how much you twist the words is a bit of a weird description for it.
Last Book You Couldn’t Find
I would quite like to find a copy of Michael Moorcock’s Wizardry and Wild Romance: A Study of Epic Fantasy that doesn’t cost twenty-five quid, thank you very much.
And that’s it. Thanks for reading, and consider yourself tagged if you want.