I’m in a very ranting mood, so I apologise in advance.
I picked up my copy of The Way of Shadows by Brent Weeks the other day. I’ve already read the Night Angel Trilogy, of course, but hey, it’s brilliant, so I may as well re read it another 69 times. It’s part of my nonsexual fetish for assassin (oops, wetboy… wait, I just keep sounding dirty, don’t I?) books. Perhaps I’m just morbid. I also picked up Beyond the Shadows, but nooo, the library can’t give me the second book. Waiting is impatience. I don’t even think that makes sense. But to teenagers wondering about Weeks’ novels, they’re gritty, heavy on themes like sex, swearing, drinking, child abuse, killing, general violence, war… so be wary.
The trilogy was actually recommended to me by one of my very best friends. She always seems to have new release novels, I may have to set up a system with her.
I now have Clockwork Angel in my possession, which I plan to start reading. Soon. I promise.
I just finished the last of Maria V. Snyder’s Glass Trilogy. I knew from the first book that I was missing something. It was written for those who had already met and knew the characters, and the previous story, which happens to be Poison Study, which I am yet to read. Darn, that means that I’ve read it all in the wrong order.
I must admit, I didn’t have high hopes for the first book. I thought it would be –as I call it – a 12 Year Old Book. Such a book is heavily clichéd, uses so many stereotypes that you trip over them, and generally annoys me. I tend to scorn such books a lot.
I had discovered about Storm Glass by me signing up to amazon and looking through the books it recommended me. Wow, it’s a useful thing.
Anyway, I was pleasantly surprised about Storm Glass. I enjoyed it, a lot. Opal isn’t an in-your-face-I’m-so-much-better-than-thou-because-I-have-magic-rasta kind of heroine. She’s young, gives in and is meek. She’s quite a change from the regular brawn of a fantasy protagonist. It’s a refreshing difference though, and got me to stay up for quite some time in the wee hours of morning.
Another thing that’s depriving me of sleep is my latest piercing, on my ears.
Yes, the rest of this post isn’t going to be about books. I told you I was in a ranting mood…
In a bout of teen rebellion, I went out when those parents o’ mine weren’t about and got my ear lobes pierced.. again. Yes, only lobes, but wow, sleeping is annoying.
When they’re fully healed, I’ll be getting another set done on my lobes, and after that, I’ll set myself up for an industrial piercing. Sorry for those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about.
I haven’t had any trouble hiding the newest piercing from anyone, since wow I’ve had practise of hiding my ears – listening to my iPod in class is an art that I’m quite amazing at. Not to boast or anything… But long hair does come in handy. Though I don’t really think that anyone would notice if I tied it all up and left my ears on show. My neighbour did, but that’s because I had been fiddling with my earring.
Really though, how often do you stare at a person’s ears?
Food for thought, it is.