Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Monday, July 14, 2014
I remember watching this anime waaaaaaaaaaaay back in 1998, undubbed and unsubbed. Despite me having to have to guess (or make up) what the storyline was all about, Crest of Stars was one of my favorite sci-fi soap operas. The ending theme is a long-time favorite.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Well, I no longer regard that once monsterous book stack in the corner of the bedroom with fear and trepidation. In the last 3 months, I have miraculously managed to whittle it down, and then build it back up into something I could look upon with pleasure and excitement. Now I actually look forward to the next book to read.
Separating the fiction from the non-fiction helps, so does a bit of purging; into the used book box went The Night Circus and Boneshaker. The Hubs actually likes Boneshaker by Cherie Priest and says it's worth having in our collection, so I rescued it and gave it back to him. I also rescued The Dancing Floor by Barbara Michaels, a book that I actually had on my Goodreads to-read list but after a handful of pages into it, I bemoaned the slow pace and threw it into the used box.. Even now I still don't know how I feel about it, but I just finished another Barbara Michaels novel, The Crying Child (the romance is non-cheesy, subtle and slow-building) and I liked it, so it warrants a second chance.
Two notable books I've finished in the last couple of weeks:
Sing Them Home by Stephanie Kallos: Probably the thickest book in the stack and the most intimidating, it took me a week to read, and at the end I was sorry to see it end. It's a family drama about three estranged siblings whom as children lose their mother in a tornado. As adults, it seems that each one of them has some issue(s) that stem from the tragedy of her loss. Larken, the eldest daughter is a compulsive eater and has a fear of flying; Gaelen, the middle brother, is a charming weatherman obsessed with bodybuilding, and engages in meaningless sexual relationships with women; Bonnie, the youngest, a sort of free-spirit and an 'archivist' who still lives in their childhood small town, collecting seemingly random things that may have blown away with their mother in the storm. When their father is killed suddenly (struck by lightning on a golf course), the Jones siblings come together, and very slowly find themselves confronting the memories and loss that has shaped their lives. I like an author who really makes you care about the characters, even the minor ones. There's just a little bit of magic realism, but it doesn't destract from how 'grounded' the story. At the conclusion, I was ridonkulously estatic, because I was satisfied with the conclusion, and because I had finished off the thickest book in the stack. Also, I love the book so much, I'm keeping it in my collection, right beside Kallos' other novel, her first, Broken For You. I highly recommend both books
The Beekeeper's Apprentice by Laurie R. King: Okay, I had my reservations on this one, and with good reason. The book is the first in a series about Mary Russell, an orphaned teen living with her aunt in Sussex during the Great War. She's terribly clever for her age-and in the male mind of that era, her sex. While taking a walk one day, she literally stumbles over a peculiar older man observing bees, and discovers that he is none other than Sherlock Holmes, The Great Detective now in Great Retirement. In that first meeting, we find out just how clever Miss Russell is, and that her brainpower may just be the perfect match for the Great Mr. Holmes. Ugh, I know. How the hell did I get through this book, with my mind practically bleating at me every other page, "SUE! MARY SUE!!"? Actually, the book wasn't half-bad, once I got out of that indignant, angry fangirl mindset. After Holmes takes on Mary as an apprentice and eventually starts having her involved in the cases that come his way, the story becomes more engaging and interesting. I found myself enjoying their developing partnership, although she still came off at times as too perfect. Most annoying is how she initially regards Dr. Watson, whom she has supplanted, but later on affectionately calls, "Uncle John". *makes a face* I do like how Sherlock Holmes was written though. with his mind still sharp even with the onset of middle age. I couldn't help but imagine the late, great Jeremy Brett in this incarnation of Holmes. Kudos to King for keeping it nearly almost true to form, and for not making me want to kill Mary Russell with holy fire. I have the next book in the series on my other Kindle, but I'm saving it for another time. I still have an actual book stack to read through.
I've read four other books since The Beekeeper's Apprentice, all of them quick reads lasting no more than 300 pages. Among them, Armistead Maupin's More Tales of the City, and an old high school favorite, Joan Lowery Nixon's A Deadly Game of Magic.
I've been playing along with Books on the Nightstand's Summer Book Bingo. I'm trying to go for a full blackout, but if I can find a really good book published this year (Hollow City doesn't count because I read that before summer began!) then...
..."and BINGO was his name-o."
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
The Manitou Springs Incline.
And yes, it was my bright idea that The Hubs and I try to ascend it, last Monday morning.
My poor choice of clothing for this endeavor: Vans and jeans.
The walk from our Jeep to the foot of the incline was its own workout, and The Hubs had to take off his shirt ("What are you doing?!") before we could get started. We only had one bottle of water between us.
We were determined to keep a nice slow pace up the incline, but it's no surprise to anyone how easily winded I get doing anything. I'm proud of how I managed to not turn bitchy and complain-y pants (it was my idea anyway) when both my thighs and my left knee quickly started to ache. There were plenty of other people climbing the path with us at the same exact slow pace, but unlike me, they were all in active wear. There were a few times where I almost slipped on the gravel because of my shoddy choice of footwear. The Hubs made me keep to the wooden steps while he trudged without problem on the gravel path in his nice running shoes.
We progressed ever so slowly on the incline, stopping at every other shady spot. Got a really great view around us.
Twice along the way, I got kudos from people for wearing jeans. Yeah right. I was downright miserable and chafing! And being up that high with the sun on the back of my neck..
Made good use of that shirt.
Ugh. That is quite the middle I have...*poke*
When we reached what The Hubs vaguely assumed was the halfway point, we decided to call it a day and make our way back down. Easier said than done. My calves got the workout of their lives. The next day at work, I had the hardest time going up and down the smallest flight of steps. I wince everytime I climb in and out of the car. I need The Hubs to haul me off the couch.
Can't wait for the next time.