And now I have it, too. Damn it. I had tried to get back to blogging daily, but good intentions just didn’t hold a candle against the entire household coming down with the flu.
For some reason I thought Tamiflu was a one or two-pill affair, but I suppose I had it confused with one of the other antivirals. I have to take this for ten days! And apparently it gives quite a few people stomach flu symptoms on top of the misery they’re already in or trying to avoid. Happily, that isn’t happening to me so far.
I’m not feeling very chatty, though. So I think I’m going to curl up with the new delivery of mailbox books from the library and apply myself to some brainless reading. Anything that requires brain will have to be sent back and requested again some other time, because I won’t be able to appreciate it. (I admitted that I was sick when I kept re-reading the same few pages of Halting State with absolutely no trace of comprehension.) Now I wish I’d made different selections!
I gave in to my body and stayed in bed all day yesterday. It helped. If I’m not trying to do anything else, I can take my breakthrough pain meds and muscle relaxants. They make me too floppy to walk around safely or use dangerous tools like butter knives.
I’m doing pretty much the same today, but wanted to post an update. Not that there’s really anything much to talk about, other than napping.
I have continued to read when I’m awake, thanks to Sam’s willingness to go to the library to support my habit. I finished the first four books in Eileen Wilks’ World of the Lupi series. I think book 4, Night Season, was better than the first three. The focus switched from one couple to another in this book, and both of those people were definitely growing and changing—always a plus in my mind.
I did finish Caitlin Kittredge’s Pure Blood, but it was a close thing. The main character is a whiny, immature brat who blames everything on the fact that she’s a werewolf. The other weres in her world don’t seem to have such poor control over themselves, so that just doesn’t wash. She’s also stupid, constantly running off into dangerous situations without letting anyone—like, say, her fellow police officers—know so they can back her up.
I finally got my hands on Hands of Flame by C.E. Murphy, the last book of her Negotiator trilogy. It was wonderful! All the important threads from the series were tied up, including some that I’d thought merely background. There are five Old Races living silently among humans in Murphy’s universe, and I love the way she avoids most of the clichés about them. I would like to have seen a few more shades of gray in the portrayal of one race, in particular, but all in all she did a very nice job. It’s easy to imagine many, many more stories in this universe, focusing on new characters.
I haven’t decided what to read next. Sam was so enthusiastic about Halting State by Charles Stross that I might switch over to science fiction for a bit. It really depends on how well I’m able to comprehend it—Stross’ writing is really good, but more challenging to the reader than any of the urban fantasy/paranormal whatsis books I’ve been dawdling over.
Anybody else using LiveMocha? Especially to learn French? I just joined (as TechnoMom, of course) and would like to have “friends” there. I started with the beginner level, lesson one, and actually learned a few new vocabulary words. (My wee bit of foreign language instruction in high school sucked, to put it mildly.) You’re supposed to ask your “friends” for feedback on your lessons, but I don’t have any and don’t really want to ask total strangers about how badly I did.
Sam and Katie have been at Dragon*Con for the past few days. We had a house guest, David, but I didn’t really “meet” him because of the late con hours and having a really bad pain flare. Sorry David! He went home this afternoon. I’m glad Sam has the day off tomorrow to recover. I’m glad Hope got to come to D*C, but pouting because I won’t get to see her while she’s in town. I know that she has brightened Sam’s weekend.
I finished reading The Jennifer Morgue by Charles Stross last night, and started Phaedra Weldon’s Wraith. I liked Morgue, but it wasn’t quite as strong as The Atrocity Archives. The short story at the end of the book, “Pimpf,” didn’t do too much for me, but I’m not a video gamer so that probably has a lot to do with it.
I’m really liking Wraith. A lot. The fact that it’s set in Atlanta is nice, because I can follow along the geography as the characters move around. (Usually, such things go right past me, even if there’s a map.) Thanks to Good Reads, I know that there’s a novella, “Out of the Dark,” on Weldon’s site that takes place between this book and Spectre.
I’ve also been browsing through the archives at Two Lumps, thanks to a link from . I had a pair of Russian Blues who were entirely too much like Ebenezer and Snooch! If you’re a veteran of cat cohabitation, be careful when reading. I recommend not having a drink in hand (or in mouth) and being careful to empty your bladder before you start reading.
Kyoshi is busy telling me that he still doesn’t want to cuddle with anybody but Katie, but he wants her home NOW! RIGHT NOW! And that we really have to stop letting the kitten out of the house without his personal supervision.
The Atrocity Archives by Charles Stross
rating: 5 of 5 stars
I don’t give many 5‑star ratings, but The Atrocity Archives deserves one. You may need to read it with a web browser open to look up references using Wikipedia or Google, but if you enjoy Torchwood, Men in Black, or Snow Crash, I think you’ll enjoy this one.
The volume actually includes the novel and a novella, The Concrete Jungle. Both are good reading, and I recommend giving yourself time to enjoy the foreword and afterword, as well.
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