Week of July 25-31

One rejection, no acceptances. No other motion of any kind from the mailbox. I passed up page 500 of Sampo, finally finally, but I cannot pause to sigh with relief. I just have to keep riding the rock downhill. I hope.

I should say, there was no other work-related motion from the mailbox. Today I got mittens and Mary Gentle's 1610: A Sundial in a Grave! Yay, ksumnersmith! Oh, my head, it will be eaten. Mary Gentle books always eat my brains. It's lovely. I made delighted croaky sounds, and it is not at all Karina's fault that they were not squeals.

The birthday presents are trickling in a few at a time, which is how I like it. The cold is sticking around much more consistently, which is not how I like it at all. Today is one of those days when it turns out I do best lying down most of the time, or lounging. Feh.

I finished Caroline Stevermer's A Scholar of Magics and liked it even better than A College of Magics, though I have to say I'm still pining for The Grand Tour. Hmm. Pining sounds so romantic and gentle. What I'm really doing is more the mental and literary equivalent of a little kid's gotta-pee dance.

Because heaven knows what I don't have enough of around here is books.

I may have an "oh, dammit, they did it to me again" post later about the book I'm reading now. Be forewarned. In the meantime, it's the sofa and the afghan and a glass of water for me.

Another again

I suppose it's inevitable, if one reads in a genre or set of genres (because I don't really want to have that argument today), that one will have a big ol' set of "oh, no, not again" points. I just seem to run into them in clumps.

This time it was E. Rose Sabin's A School for Sorcery that had me smiting my forehead and wishing I could smite the author's forehead for her. It was another of those coming of age books where the adults deliberately make the kids miserable at school and don't intervene with massive huge interpersonal problems and/or evil actions, because "that's how you have to learn."

Well, I went to public high school in this country, thankyouverymuch, and I don't think that's how you have to learn, and what it teaches you is "don't trust people who claim they know what they're doing and have your best interests at heart, because they're stupid and vicious and full of it." Which is, don't get me wrong, a useful lesson in the world as it is. Possibly the most practical thing I learned in my pre-college schooling. But deliberately associating misery with knowledge or wisdom is not okay with me. Having this be the good system or the best system or the only system? No. Too many kids are getting that impression from their real lives; we certainly don't need to thump it further into them with fantasy novels.

Also, one of the big ethical breaches was using magic to decode a book of magic. Ummmm...authorlady? That's not the sort of thing that's intuitively obvious as an ethical breach, okay? You're going to need to show us why it's wrongety wrong wrong, because...it just looks natural to me. One of my characters jokes about getting a magic spy secret decoder ring, and another obliges him, and everybody's fine. So..."it's just evil, that's why"? Mm, nuh-uh.

Lame, lame, lame, and anti-recommended.

Now, of course, the author will google herself and find this, and I'll feel bad, but then on the other hand...just cut it out! Don't write books that do this stuff, and then we'll be fine!