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Jul. 31st, 2013 06:11 pmHow can one feel so incredibly stressed out before going to the library, so very at peace while inside, and then so stressed out again after leaving? Books are magic, clearly.
Aside from grabbing London Falling again for husband's perusal, I had no reading list planned out when I went and pretty much just grabbed whatever looked good off the shelves. This amounted to a Philip K. Dick novel, Connie Willis' Blackout, a Doctor Who novel apparently based off some scripts written by Douglas Adams (I have no idea which Doctor even, but I'm guessing one of the Old!Who ones that I haven't seen), Cold Magic by Kate Elliott, and the first October Daye novel.
I think the library was reading my mind on that one, because it looks brand-new and I swear their collection of Seanan Mcguire books doubled since the last time I was there. Of course, sticking true to form, they have #s 1, 3, and 4 in the series. I don't even. I mean, the other library in town has #2. So it's not like I can't get my hands on a copy. But why would you go to the trouble of acquiring a new series and leave out one of the ones in the middle?
I think my tastes have been skewing heavily towards urban fantasy/sci-fi lately. The latter is just me making up for years of being intimidated by the genre, I'm sure. I blame my dad's collection; walls of Easton Press, leatherbound, gilt-edged books tend to give the impression that science fiction is Serious Business (and perhaps not nearly as serious as the trouble a young girl would be in for damaging said books in the process of reading them). Some day I'm going to find out that there was a box of trade paperbacks in the attic the whole time. And I will refrain from getting angry because this will inevitably immediately precede them becoming mine. :)
Aside from grabbing London Falling again for husband's perusal, I had no reading list planned out when I went and pretty much just grabbed whatever looked good off the shelves. This amounted to a Philip K. Dick novel, Connie Willis' Blackout, a Doctor Who novel apparently based off some scripts written by Douglas Adams (I have no idea which Doctor even, but I'm guessing one of the Old!Who ones that I haven't seen), Cold Magic by Kate Elliott, and the first October Daye novel.
I think the library was reading my mind on that one, because it looks brand-new and I swear their collection of Seanan Mcguire books doubled since the last time I was there. Of course, sticking true to form, they have #s 1, 3, and 4 in the series. I don't even. I mean, the other library in town has #2. So it's not like I can't get my hands on a copy. But why would you go to the trouble of acquiring a new series and leave out one of the ones in the middle?
I think my tastes have been skewing heavily towards urban fantasy/sci-fi lately. The latter is just me making up for years of being intimidated by the genre, I'm sure. I blame my dad's collection; walls of Easton Press, leatherbound, gilt-edged books tend to give the impression that science fiction is Serious Business (and perhaps not nearly as serious as the trouble a young girl would be in for damaging said books in the process of reading them). Some day I'm going to find out that there was a box of trade paperbacks in the attic the whole time. And I will refrain from getting angry because this will inevitably immediately precede them becoming mine. :)
