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What Lily Is Reading Now
As per usual, I'm reading a number of books all at the same time.
Equal Rites, by Terry Pratchett (60/213 pages)
Pratchett is a joy, as usual, but I really, really wish he would use chapters. Call me anal-retentive, but I like set breaks in my reading. It doesn't mean I'll necessarily stop at the chapter break - and it's a testament to a good book when I don't - but I like having the option. This is an early book, so Granny Weatherwax isn't yet the grand dame/force of nature she will become, but she's still Granny Weatherwax, which is reason enough to read.
The Ghost in Love, by Jonathan Carroll (124/308 pages)
I've heard this one recommended up and down, but so far I'm not feeling it. Oh, it's brilliantly creative, I'm not arguing that, but the characters...oy. Ben seems like a good guy, but so far, all he's done is react rather than act. And at this point in time, I fucking can't stand German. Sure, running away when presented with weirdness is a normal human response, but it doesn't make one a worthy protagonist. In fact, her ordinariness seems to be her defining trait. Bleh. That's actually the problem right there: the protagonists aren't protagging. No real opinion on Ling/the ghost yet. I miss the Angel of Death, though. He was cool.
Melting Stones, by Tamora Pierce (61/312 pages)
Light, pleasant fare. Sure, I can see what's going on way ahead of the characters, but this is a case that can be chalked up to their inexperience with the phenomenon in question rather than the Idiot Ball. This book is the direct opposite of The Ghost in Love in that the premise is not at all new, but the characters are lively and lovable.
Equal Rites, by Terry Pratchett (60/213 pages)
Pratchett is a joy, as usual, but I really, really wish he would use chapters. Call me anal-retentive, but I like set breaks in my reading. It doesn't mean I'll necessarily stop at the chapter break - and it's a testament to a good book when I don't - but I like having the option. This is an early book, so Granny Weatherwax isn't yet the grand dame/force of nature she will become, but she's still Granny Weatherwax, which is reason enough to read.
The Ghost in Love, by Jonathan Carroll (124/308 pages)
I've heard this one recommended up and down, but so far I'm not feeling it. Oh, it's brilliantly creative, I'm not arguing that, but the characters...oy. Ben seems like a good guy, but so far, all he's done is react rather than act. And at this point in time, I fucking can't stand German. Sure, running away when presented with weirdness is a normal human response, but it doesn't make one a worthy protagonist. In fact, her ordinariness seems to be her defining trait. Bleh. That's actually the problem right there: the protagonists aren't protagging. No real opinion on Ling/the ghost yet. I miss the Angel of Death, though. He was cool.
Melting Stones, by Tamora Pierce (61/312 pages)
Light, pleasant fare. Sure, I can see what's going on way ahead of the characters, but this is a case that can be chalked up to their inexperience with the phenomenon in question rather than the Idiot Ball. This book is the direct opposite of The Ghost in Love in that the premise is not at all new, but the characters are lively and lovable.