A gorgeous Enchanter bath bomb (and Simple unscented bubbles) and a Brazened Honey facemask to cheer me up in the face of the cold and snow! Accompanied by a couple of good books and my inspiration notebook for something to do… Lovely and relaxing.
I read a lot of books. Usually somewhere between 140 and 200 a year. But I buy a lot of books too – last year around 250! This is a screenshot of my To Be Read spreadsheet, which I set up last year to keep track of the unread books I own (I’m still camera-less, but screenshots need no cable, huzzah).
Every book that comes into my room goes on this list, and I just delete them from the spreadsheet when I’ve finished with them (I keep a list of what’s read over here at Not Even Lions). I add information in the third column like B for Begun (as in, what I’m currently reading), N for Non-Fiction (I have a tendency to buy it and then not read it) and whether or not it’s borrowed. The fourth column shows what date it was bought, with C before a year indicating Christmas, and pre meaning before 2008 (but I can’t remember when) – this is just to remind me of the long wait some of my books have had, as I also keep a list of what I’ve acquired, when, and how much it was at Not Even Lions.
So, as of today, the list stands at 184 – when I got home from Oxford on Sunday, it was at 196, so I’ve made some progress! I doubt it will ever get down to zero, but that’s okay, as long as I get to everything eventually…
How do you keep track of your TBR list? Tell me about your organisation system in the comments, and let me know if you’d like a picture of the TBR books themselves!
Behold! Even though it’s term time, I managed to finish two books in the last week! Mini reviews up ahead.
Green Rider by Kristen Britain
I originally picked this up in a spree in Blackwells, just because I was browsing the sci-fi/fantasy section and this book was so, so pretty! Just look at it! It’s taken me over a year to get to this; I think I bought it early in second year.
Karigan G’ladheon always seemed to be getting into a fight, and today was no exception. But as she trudged through the forest, using her long walk home to contemplate her depressing future, a horse burst through the woodland and charged straight for her. The rider was slumped over his mount’s neck with two arrows embedded in his back. Wherever his horse was taking him, he would be dead long before they got there… Karigan may be unable to save him, but she can swear to complete his final quest… [excerpt from blurb]
Unfortunately, it didn’t live up to the gorgeous cover. It’s a sweet story, yes, but I’m still not sure if it was intended to be a YA fantasy or not (Goodreads and Wikipedia haven’t enlightened me!). I really don’t think that being YA fantasy is a bad thing – I loved Graceling and Poison Study recently, to name a couple – but Green Rider felt quite childish in its plot developments. I never really felt connected to Karigan, so it failed for me as a character-driven novel, but there was such light information about the Green Riders that it didn’t draw me in with the setting either. I felt the world was very lightly sketched, and no development had been done outside Karigan’s immediate situation – while I hate info-dumps on the magic system/the current king/etc, there are so many ways that the reader can learn about a world through the journeys of the characters.
I did enjoy Green Rider: it was a nice little fantasy. But it didn’t live up to expectations, nor to its more grown-up cover.
The Curse of Chalion by Lois McMaster Bujold
I was lent this by a friend, as a good place to get started with one of his favourite authors. As with Green Rider, I enjoyed it for what it was, but I couldn’t help but compare it unfavourably to Robin Hobb and Brandon Sanderson – and believe me, in that company, it definitely comes off quite shabbily.
Lord Cazaril has been in turn courtier, castle-warder and captain; now he is but a crippled ex-galley slave seeking nothing more than a menial job in the kitchens of the Dowager Provincara, the noble patroness of his youth. But Cazaril finds himself promote to the exalted and dangerous position of secretary-tutor to Iselle, the beautiful, fiery sister of the heir to Chalion’s throne… [excerpt from blurb]
This is a fantasy focused more on court intrigue and religion than on traditional magic, which was very interesting. Unfortunately, the intrigue wasn’t enormously intriguing – I found myself hating the wilful, beautiful princess Iselle, simply because she was intended as nothing but “Wow, a feisty, sensible princess who eventually solves all the problems of the kingdom and never has to deal with being sold off into an advantageous marriage, because she marries for love and peace. Yay, feminism!” I just felt like she was so untouchable as to be unbelievable.
This book reminded me enormously of Warbreaker by Brandon Sanderson, which I’m going to lend to said friend in return, if he hasn’t read it. Now there is an instrumental princess, wrapped up in court intrigue and religion, who seems real. She is used as a pawn, forced into contact with destiny and the gods, and never manages to lose her humanity – but she struggles, instead of birds helping her get dressed in the morning.
Cazaril himself, the main character, I had no real objections to, but I didn’t find him as compelling as he could have been. He, too, had a sort of overcoming-struggles-to-be-the-chosen-one storyline, which apart from being predictable, he managed not to really react to. I think that maybe I just don’t click with the author’s style of characterisation, because I just found everyone a bit Stoic and samey. I like some grit and some crushing despair in my chosen ones. Otherwise it’s just wish fulfilment.
Another pet hate: renaming court positions for no real reason. I didn’t like ‘ser’ in ASOIAF, and I don’t like ‘roya, royina, royse, royesse’ here. They are exactly the same as ‘king, queen, prince, princess’, so why bother renaming them? If you’ve invented a new hierarchy, brilliant. If not, you just sound like you’re trying too hard to exoticise your setting.
Well, that review sounds a little harsher than I intended. I did enjoy this. I’m just baffled as to how it can be held in competition with the masters of the genre (Rothfuss, finish The Doors of Stone!), when it would be much happier next to Eddings and Lackey. Lovely, but not as deep as it thinks it is.
If you’ve read either of these, what did you think? What’s your favourite fantasy novel?
It’s been a little while since I posted, sorry. The first couple of weeks are always really busy, but I think I’m just about organised now. I’m going to try to post twice, maybe three times a week from now on.
So, being back in Oxford means being back in bookland, and it was only going to be so long before being in libraries all day made me long for book buying! Add to that the fact that I just got a sort-of job with Blackwell’s, the big awesome Oxford bookshop, that gives me a 30% discount on all books, well, let’s make that ‘so long’ into ‘about five minutes’. Without any further ado, here’s what I’ve acquired:
From the £2 bookshop in town:
Sisters Red – Jackson Pearce
The Goose Girl – Shannon Hale
Listening to Britain – Paul Addison and Jeremy Crang
Oscar’s Books – Thomas Wright
Dracula – Bram Stoker (free)
Fairies and Fairy Stories: A History – Diane Purkiss
In Search of the Dark Ages – Michael Wood
Selected Poems 1923-1958 – E. E. Cummings
I’m so excited to get reading again! I’ll have to make some time, but I’m really looking forward to some of these. What should I read first?
I’m the first to admit I have a bit of a book addiction. I love everything about books: the stories they have to tell, the feel of them in my hands, the smell – new or old!, the way they look in stacks and on shelves… Pretty much everything. I also love acquiring them, and since I’m not rich enough to buy all the books I want, I end up borrowing quite a few.
I borrowed lots of books from my best friend to read in the holidays. However, it’s now the end of summer and I’m heading back to Oxford in a little under two weeks, and I’ve only read a few – my own huge TBR (to be read) pile sort of got in the way… This is what I have left to read from the things I borrowed from Emily:
The third book in the Song of Ice and Fire series, and the first three Joe Abercrombie books.
Last week I also borrowed some books from Boyfriend’s housemate (ostensibly so he didn’t have to move them to the new house, really because I am a book magpie), so I should also read those quite soon:
Kim Newman’s take on Sherlock Holmes, The Hound of the D’Urbervilles – I’ll be pleased if it’s as fun as Anno Dracula was, with its total mashup of Victorian literature. And Blackout, which seems to be an Oxonian time-travel novel, and which I’ve been meaning to read for a while.
Of course, my book addiction started at home, with my similarly book-loving mother, and we’ve always shared books. She’s lent me books which have turned out to be my very favourites, and which I’ve bought my own copies of for when I’m not at home.
The trouble with our book swapping, though, is that she somehow manages never to have a ridiculous TBR pile like mine (the most hers will hit is about 15, mine is currently at 164). So she reads the books I lend her straight away, whereas I still have tons of things she probably lent me years ago. I’d like to get a lot of these read before I go back, just because I know how much I hate it when my books are out of my hands.
This is what I currently have from her in the TBR pile of doom (there’s definitely others tucked away on my shelves):
The Winter King by Bernard Cornwell and The White Raven by Dianna L. Paxson, both from my original King Arthur phase several years ago; Magician by Raymond E. Feist, from my introduction to fantasy lit even earlier than that; the first book of Robin Hobb’s newest series, and a non-fiction book about the birth of the detective and detective fiction. These last two were at least lent to me this year!
That’s quite a lot to read in the next ten days – I think I’ll focus on the books in the top picture, since they were given to me a while ago, and the newer books Mum has lent me, since she probably doesn’t remember that I have the others!
Does anyone else stash books quite so much? Even now, when I know exactly how many hundreds I actually have in my room that need to be read, I can’t help but browse the bookshops and libraries and buy and borrow even more!
I just really like books…