I Pulled On My Crabby Pants

Just now. I did. Because look at what I found! LOOKIT!

A 4th Matthew Swift book!

I thought there were 3. I'm not sure why I only thought there were 3 because I swear I've seen this cover before. But I was CERTAIN there were only 3.
But there are 4.
Why does this make me crabby, considering how extensively I adore this series? I don't know. I really don't. I should be thrilled because Matthew Swift is exciting! fun! interesting! peculiar! But... but I... I have so MANY books to read...

And I'm stupid so I pick up a book that I KNOW will have follow-ups (if they aren't already sitting on the shelf when I buy the book). So EVEN THOUGH I have like, 8 dozen books waiting to be read, I keep buying books under the assumption that EVENTUALLY I'll get to finish a series and be able to stop buying that line of novels. At least that's the theory.

So I guess I'm not really crabby that there's a 4th MS book, making my trilogy a quad. For all that, this won't be the end either, and I'm getting caught up in another "epic" like Anita Blake by Laurell K Hamilton. Unlikely, but altogether possible. I wouldn't fight it I guess. I might learn to be excited about it again.  I just buy too many books. hahaha.


I'm surprised by how much I'm reading lately.
I picked up Fury's Kiss, the 3rd Dorina Basarab book by Karen Chance when I went home for Thanksgiving and I already finished it. (=  Huzzah! I suppose I should blog about it for you, eh?

Except that I seem to be discussing series in groups lately considering that I'm sort of attempting to close them and it's better to just start from the top, eh?  Maybe. It's more informative anyway.  Kinda spoils some of the surprises if you intend to read them, but when all of the books are already published you don't REALLY worry about the main character(s) dying off every time they're in trouble. Hello; there's three more books to go. =P But the reason I say "except" is because it's been like, ~2 years or something since I read the last one and I don't even really remember what happened in it. I mean I sort of do, but... not THAT well.

The Neon Court (Kate Griffin) and A Trace of Moonlight (Allison Pang) should show up in the mail tomorrow, hopefully. They were SUPPOSED to get here today, but I live in North Dakota, so 2-day shipping is kind of a farce. hahaha. Oh well. I'm excited anyway.

I also need to go pick up books #17 and #18 in my Anita Blake series, since I'm starting in on #16, Blood Noir. I'm ALMOST caught up. Almost. I feel like I'm spacing them out a bit more with my other literature so that I can keep having material to catch up to without having to constantly wait for the next one, you know? So that I have a steady stream of Anita Blake at my disposal, whether I'm actively reading it or not.

I'm still waiting for that next Merry Gentry book that she promised us. Book 7, which was supposed to be the end, was too damn open-ended. There HAS to be another SOMETIME. Hopefully, anyway. hahaha.

Wasn't I just saying I need to stop buying books...?

Abby Sinclair, Books One and Two

I have just been reading up a storm lately!  I take books to work with me and I read on my breaks. Cumulatively, that's about an hour of reading every day that I'm at work. I mean, it's interrupted, of course, because I have to eat and people talk to me and stuff. But still. I get my books read bit by bit. I'm reading before classes and stuff too. Waiting for trains in the car. Just chillin in my room. It's great. It's like I've rediscovered the love or something.

I'm still writing like crazy, of course. I just finished part one and the interlude to my novel. I'm in the beginnings of part two now. It's hard to make it correlate to the first draft just because so much has changed, though. It's not like I try to make them stick together, just that I try to use the draft as a guide. And that's hard at the moment. hahaha. I barely used the Part One draft at all.

FYI, this post will almost certainly contain spoilers. But... you know... whatever.

Anyway. Here we are. To the designated content.

A Brush of Shadows (Abby Sinclair, Book #1): Allison Pang

Two things:
1. I've already blogged about this book. Wayyyyyy back. In like, March of 2011. hahahaha. (Good luck finding it. (All it takes is scrolling. (It's probably not worth your time.)))
2. I don't recall her ever wearing anything in the book like what's depicted on the cover. hahaha. Except that necklace, which isn't really important yet.

So here's the deal.
Abby is the TouchStone for the Fae Protectorate, who is actually a princess, though I don't recall if that's stated right off the bat. So that could probably be a spoiler. Oh well.

This incubus named Brystion (nicknamed Ion) shows up and asks her to help him find his sister (a succubus, in case that didn't occur to you) but "off the radar" in a manner of speaking.  There's some real shady business goin on and because the three paths (Heaven, Hell, Fae (who are apparently a middle ground or something if I recall correctly?)) are not exactly on the BEST of terms, things should be kept on the down-low.

Things get complicated, as they always do; Abby turns out to be a Dreamer, which is something that he explains the meaning of but we still don't really get to see it (even by the end of book 2) because Abby hasn't learned how to control it yet. She's haunted by some pretty severe nightmares, though; nightmares she can't let go.

The bad guy here is Maurice. It's been too long since reading it for me to tell you most accurately what the deal is here. But he basically, like, painted Brystion's sister (and then Abby and I think a couple other people?) into these ugly ass paintings. And Abby ends up stuck in this painting with sharks (her biggest fear (which is totally irrational since she's never even seen one)) and she almost dies and there's a whole bunch of really tense drama and stuff. And then blah blah blah she's saved and whatever.

Brystion and Abby have this super heated love affair--go figure--but it's... it's... I liked it. I mean, it was nice. beautiful, in a way. passionate. But he left her anyway. That pissed me off. But she gave him a place in her Heart of Dreaming or whatever, so... I mean... there's that. (He can't have one because he's an incubus.)

A Sliver of Shadow (Abby Sinclair, Book #2): Allison Pang

As an aside, this model has a different facial structure (and body frame) than the last one. I'm not sure how I feel about it... Also, all of her hair is pink and purple in this one instead of just her bangs... Meh.

So here we go again. Sorta.

Maurice is in jail but the Queen is going insane and the Fae court is kind of a wreck. Moira's baby is in Abby's care until she hands him off to his father (which is a scandal!) to take care of stuff.
Now there's romantic stuff brewing with her body guard Talivar, who turns out to be the prince and Moira's half-brother.

Clusterfuck after clusterfuck. The Queen shuts down the CrossRoads, which puts the entire metaphysical community afluster, strands some, kills others, etc. The Demons actually threaten war on the Fae, which is actually where this one kinda leaves off. Because Talivar and Abby accidentally start it and then Abby pulls a stupid in order to save him and Brystion--who have a weird love triangle thing going with Abby now, which is... strange... but amusing and interesting nonetheless.

I was VERY unhappy about where this book ended. Very unhappy indeed. If you're unhappy because I just said a whole ton of nothing, I apparently grew weary of typing this post. And there's too much that counts as serious plot spoilers. And I don't wanna ruin TOO much. I already dropped a couple huge things there, even if you don't realize it yet.

So the third one is published as of October 30th, which is good, because now I need to read it.

A Trace of Moonlight (Abby Sinclair, Book #3): Allison Pang

At least they stuck with the same blasted model this time.

I am praying that the Barnes & Noble in Minot has this one, since they don't have The Neon Court (the other book I'm attempting to acquire and may just have to order from Ferguson books here anyway. I at least get a free used book out of 'em for it.)

I really want to know where all this shit is going. This book  better address it or I'm going to be cranky. And go insane. Who knows.

So this is on the "BUY ME!! XD" list. Go figure.

They're fun to read, guys, honestly. There's all kinds of weird drama and shit but it's at least amusing. And Pang makes all these connections to random shit via Abby. She quotes all these movies and games and shows--no shit, she actually makes reference to Portal. ("The cake is a lie," she muttered at one point. It was great)--and half of her analogies are like, real-life references. She hits up LotR a lot... It's fun. (=

Matthew Swift

A Madness of Angels; Or, The Resurrection of Matthew Swift
Kate Griffin

And so it begins.

Matthew Swift is a sorcerer in London, but it is immediately apparent that he is more than that. He has been resurrected after having been dead for approximately two years.

Before the night is out, Matthew is attacked by a "litterbug" (a summoned monster composed of, you guessed it, garbage. Which, for the record, he defeats with a dustbin. Not to ruin it. It's a marvelous scene.

Newly resurrected, Swift's sole missions are to (a) find his murderer and return the favor, and (b) find who resurrected him, find out why, and then, quite likely, kill them as well.

So the novel progresses and you learn more and more peculiar things about this Swift, but things are still left unsaid, left in the dark and unexplained, leaving an air of mystery and suspense until finally the truth is spilled--but not all of it. Only one set of truths. The rest take the entire duration of the novel to be uncovered, but that's a large part of what moves it.

The prose is marvelous and intriguing; Griffin doesn't write in chapters. Sections are broken up with white space or " *  *  * "; larger sections are broken up as "Part One: [Title]", "The First Interlude: [Title]". It's fascinating. I love it--partially because it proves to me that I am perfectly capable of publishing material that isn't in the typical, structured format, and that makes me happy. hahaha.  But there's also a number of places where the writing totally breaks into stream of consciousness style, which is also terribly moving in-context. (Also because I know things you don't. hahaha.) It just fits in the way that she does it.  Some of the paragraphs are these great, barely-connected run-on sentences (one or two sentences total in the paragraph) and it's just... magnetic. It really keeps you moving through the material because it's different, because it keeps switching up the style of prose. Besides the fact that it's just intriguing and fun material.

The Midnight Mayor; Or, The Inauguration of Matthew Swift
Kate Griffin

And so it continues.

Surprise! Swift survived the first novel. It got a bit hairy back there what with all the fighting and the murderous intentions. Secret societies, organizations pitted against magic (for "religious reasons"), psychotic colleagues, etc.

This novel opens just as suddenly as the last one did.
Matthew answered a public phone (because he will always answer the phone when it rings; it's part of who he is) and was blasted back down the street. And now he's being attacked by spectres, which are particularly rare for London. All I'll tell you is that the tools for their demise include beer and a cigarette. Happy imaginings. =]

Let me give you a visual of a spectre:
You've ever been strolling around a city and you see that kid shuffling along in a hoodie with the hood up and headphones going in, bobbing along to a beat that only they can hear? Now imagine said kid without a face. Just a gaseous space holding clothes in the proper shape. Now you've got a spectre--but you can hear their beats, and not all spectres bob to the same rhythm.

It's been said that, should the Ravens ever leave the Tower of London, should the Stone ever break, should the Wall be defaced, the city of London shall be damned. The Midnight Mayor's job is to protect the city--provided the Midnight Mayor actually exists, since Swift seems terribly skeptical--but if the city requires a protector, clearly there are things it requires protection from. Correct?
I am sure you have already deduced a few things with the help of the above paragraph coupled with the title. Namely, that the Midnight Mayor has died, that the position has been transferred to Matthew Swift, and that the city is in pretty deep shit.

Suddenly, the phrase "GIVE ME BACK MY HAT" is graffitti'ed across the city, written on the London Wall, on the wall where the Ravens were killed, on the window of the business housing the broken Stone--everywhere. Significant? You bet your ass.



Griffin does such a marvelous job creating suspense and then systematically untying knots that tie more knots until finally the whole thing comes undone at the end. You can't help but be drawn in, but be captivated by her vivid imagery and intense, peculiar descriptions of things. She uses such unexpected language that catches you off guard but gives you a perfectly exact picture of what it is you're looking at and it's amazing. She has swiftly (hahahaha) become one of my very favorite and most inspiring authors--and it only took two novels. (One, actually, but we'll say two.)

I do not have possession of book three, pictured below. I can't afford to go buy it right now either. Yay being broke. hahaha.

I have enough other books that I should read first anyway. But, if you read books, you should know just exactly how well THAT goes. That's the problem with series. I think I'll try to read the rest of my current Laurell K Hamilton book first, anyway. I need to catch up, preferably before the next one comes out. I think she's working on 21 now? Oi. But I'm on 15! And I have the next one. So once I start 16 I'll go buy the next two. Because I have to keep up that way.
I'm really excited to start reading The Neon Court though, even if the subtitle is "Or, The Betrayal of Matthew Swift". Because "Betrayal" makes me terribly worried, indeed. I am afraid of book 3's events but too intrigued to avoid it. Go figure.

Blaqk Audio

Okayyyyyyy sooooooo... I didn't post when I said I was gonna. I'm sorry. My bad.
But I'm here now!

I don't think anyone even cares anymore. =/ I guess that's what happens when you're super unreliable, eh? Oh well. I'll keep babbling away, just in case it does anybody any good.

Blaqk Audio: Welcome to Bright Black Heaven

Having waited 5 years for Blaqk Audio to release a second album, I can tell you that there was a lot of build up and a LOT of expectations for this album. At least for me.

Even though Blaqk Audio is a side project for the vocalist and lead guitarist of AFI, Davey Havok and Jade Puget, and even though during the time gap between albums AFI produced a new album as well, waiting five years was still kind of annoying, especially considering how many times there were rumors that B.A. was working on something new.

All that aside, I am going to tell you right now that my expectations were met. Jade uses his experience with guitar pretty heavily when writing B.A. music, which is largely electronica and digital with some keyboard, among other things. Davey wrote lyrics that are moving, interesting, provocative, and/or insightful. Lines like "Everything's warm when your heart grows cold" from Deconstructing Gods and "When the act is black you'll remember me / We can be so discreet" from Everybody's Friends; "Oh, your smile, it hurts me 'cause I still clearly can see who you are" from Ill Lit Ships and "Who needs forgiveness when we all speak fluent lies?" from The Witness, just to mention a few.

Something I did notice, perhaps just because of the extent to which I listen to AFI/B.A., there are certain patterns that occur in the lyrics/vocals in ALL of Davey's songs. Like, certain 'hooks' you could call them. There's just a handful of things that he does a lot, regardless of which band he's singing for. It doesn't get to feeling repetitive, really, I just realized it the other day listening to the album.

All in all, the album was a complete success, even if it DID take half a decade to come to fruition. I'm thoroughly satisfied.

Aaaaaaaaaaand Another [Book Review]!!

Gasp. I'm back. Yes, fo' realz.
In a new post and everything. I thought it would be more fun that way.

I read another book almost in entirety on Wednesday night before I moved. I pulled it out of my box of things for packing for college and made the mistake of opening it. I then power read all but the last chapter and a half that night. Which, ftr, pissed off my mama. hahaha. Oh well. I got packed in plenty of time.

By the way, there are def spoilers involved here. Just thought I'd warn you ahead of time.

Anyway. So I power-read a book. Called Jerk, California by Jonatahn Friesen.

Jerk, California is about a boy in Minnesota with Tourrette's syndrome. And of course his stepdad loved him and all was great until he developed his "disease" and then Bill realized that Sam won't be able to take over the concrete business. And suddenly Sam becomes a monster.

Anyway, there's a lot of self-loathing in this book. I'm telling you, a lot. But there's a lot of other here, as well. Sam, whose given name is actually Jack [somethingorother but super Irish] ends up working for a guy the townspeople refer to as The Coot. Some affectionately, others not so much. You know how it goes in small towns. But he's actually a pretty cool guy. And there's, of course, a girl involved.
So after not very long at all, George (the Coot) dies of a heart attack right in front of Jack. And then Jack inherits ALL of George's stuff. Land, house, everything.
George sends Jack on a trip across the country to a location in California called Jerk with several stops along the way and directions to stay a couple of days in each place. Jack's dad built or refurbished windmills. That was kind of his thing.

I don't know. I really liked this book when I read it at the time, but like, thinking back on it, I'm kind of over it. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's really interesting, largely because of Jack's struggle with identity and self-confidence and self-loathing and this girl who is totally... bipolar. Not really, just pregnant (early in). Long story. Anyway. It WAS interesting. But... meh. I don't know. Looking back I just don't.... like... feel all that strongly about it now.  I kind of did at the time. If you read the last blog post I did about Will Grayson, Will Grayson, before I get into the novel I have this HUGE spiel about little things that change your life and whatever, and this one kind of did that at the time. But... I dunno. Maybe now that I'm here it's not such a big deal? I don't know how to explain it.
It's possible that this heat is just skewing my care-meter. In fact highly likely. It's been super hot lately and my dorm doesn't have air conditioning and my allergies are in "murderous bitch" mode so I'm super short tempered and my face hurts and I've just been in a bad mood. Relatively. I dunno.
Anyway, it's a good book, save the ending. The ending kinda... well, it kinda sucked. It doesn't really end! It just sorta stops! And not like an on-purpose thing, either. At least not as far as I can tell. Though I could definitely be wrong. I dunno.

It's not a long read, or a difficult read. I almost cried a few times. I laughed quite a bit. I hated people frequently. It's a moving book, at least. Maybe I was just particularly movable at the time. No idea. But I liked it.  I give it probs 3.5 stars? Maybe? I dunno. 3 just doesn't seem right but 4 almost seems too much. So. There you are.

Two blog posts in a day! Can you believe it? After a month hiatus! Sorry. It'll probs be awhile again. Oops.

Book Review

It has officially been one month exactly since I last posted on this blog. My sincere apologies. But it's been awhile since I posted in either other now as well. So. Whatever. You know how I work.

Anyway. I literally just finished reading a book like, 3.47 minutes ago.

How many seconds is .47ths of a minute? I'm not going to do the math.

Anyway.

The one thought I need to say right now before I lose it is this:

People seem to have this notion in their heads that anything life-changing has to be something monumental, and that seriously isn't the case. The things that change our lives and/or who we are as individuals, the way that we see/view life. Even the way that we view ourselves. View, see, feel about, believe in--all relevant and included in this discussion.  But the thing is that the things that are life-altering don't HAVE to be big. They don't HAVE to be monumental. They don't have to be major events in our lives. Sometimes it's the smallest of things that have the biggest impact. When you read a book that addresses life in a way that you haven't ever thought about. Or maybe that you have thought about but never articulated in the manner presented to you.  When you hear a song that moves you and the lights shine brighter, the air tastes better, people smile more beautifully. The world views differently because you are different because of something so radically simple--or complex, but small nonetheless has triggered a reaction in your brain that, regardless of its manner of existence.

And so you sit there going "Oh my gosh," but you don't really know how to articulate what you're going through because nobody else has experienced the thing that you just experienced, and you can't just look at your roommate and say "I just experienced a life-changing event" because she was sitting here 4 feet away from you for the last 20 minutes and nothing actually happened. And people just don't get it, least of all when you can't explain it.

Andbutso I think we've established that I've HAD one of these moments just now upon the completion of this book. I have these moments quite frequently, actually.  You'd think that after awhile it gets old, that things stop amazing or changing me. But that's the beauty of my outlook: these things never get old. I like that I never stop changing. I like that I still allow myself to be so thoroughly moved by things so small, seemingly inconsequential.

Will Grayson, Will Grayson: John Green & David Levithan

Will Grayson 1 has a gay best friend who is a mountain of a teenager and goes by the name Tiny Cooper.  They've been best friends since third grade and since before being gay really had anything to do with liking boys.

Will Grayson 2 is a self-deprecating teenage boy with friends he doesn't really consider friends because he kind of hates himself and his life and everything that is. Except for Isaac, a boy he met online and has been talking to for a year.

Will Grayson 1 is straight but doesn't date because he prefers to avoid all the drama. Will Grayson 2 is gay but totally in the closet. Not because he is ashamed of this but because he (rightly) doesn't think it's anybody else's goddamned business.

As the story progresses we learn more and more about each of these characters and more characters come into the mix. Tiny Cooper's main focus is on a musical that he wrote called Tiny Dancer, which is, go figure, about him. He is also a member of the school's "Gay Straight Alliance" and wants Tiny Dancer to receive funding from the student council in order to become a reality.

There's also a cute girl named Jane involved here? And there's a lot of drama with her and Will Grayson 1 kind of sort of but not really liking each other? It's complicated.

There is a lot of other plot information here that's relatively relevant but which I shan't be discussing simply because A) I don't feel like it and B) ...er... never mind.

Anyway.  So Will Grayson 2 is going to meet up with Isaac in Chicago Friday night, only he gets to the place he's supposed to go to and it's a porn shop called Frenchy's. This is where he meets Will Grayson 1, who is also underage and attempting to buy a porn magazine as a memento for his friends who actually left him to go to a Maybe Dead Cats concert in a bar--WG1's fake ID was a total fail, which actually made for an amusing moment there in aforementioned porn shop--and one thing leads to another and Will Grayson 1 meets Will Grayson 2.

So then there's a bunch of stuff and then Will Grayson 2 ends up with Tiny Cooper and then they actually sorta make out and stuff.

So from here we have a number of things progressing. For example, Will Grayson 1 is replaced in Tiny Cooper's life by Will Grayson 2, which kind of pisses off and hurts the feelings of WG1. Only all of this is complicated and there's a bunch of stuff with Jane, who sort of gets back with her ex-boyfriend only then she dumps him because she can't get WG1 out of her head and so then they kind of get together and that's good.

And like, Tiny and WG2 go out sort of for awhile, but then Will kind of hates on stuff too much and pisses of Tiny and they kind of break up. And they both feel totally like shit about it.

There are a lot of things about this book that I really liked. The prose exhibited by both authors, for example. The plot points. Also a lot of the subtext, the concepts that they put forth. Like, for example, sometimes people fall in love with an aspect of who you are, not necessarily you yourself. Like, sometimes, we don't keep quiet about things because we're ashamed of them or because we are afraid of being judged, but because it's nobody else's goddamned business, and that's okay. Also, that no relationship is perfect, and that one factoid, in itself, makes every relationship perfect.
Actually, I don't think that last one was really in the book... whatever. Take it how you will.
I loved it. A lot.  I even gave it 5 stars on GoodReads. (=  So there ya go.

How About an Update?

So it's been awhile now. I know. I'm sorry.  I get busy doing stuff and just generally being busy and then I just... don't come back.
I do have a bunch of stuff I need to talk about though. Like a handful of CDs and a book or two and stuff.

If you're unaware, I've started two more blogs, these more personal than this.  The first is Personal Notes from Emily and the second is Body Modification Project.  The first is supposed to be at least mostly about my life and memories and stuff. I basically started it so that I could spew from time to time about the shit that's bugging me. Memories. Boys. lol.  I'll try to avoid boys.  For eeeerrrehbodeh's sake.
Especially theirs.
Anyway.
The second blog is basically just about my decision to lose weight and get in shape and such.  If you wanted to see what I look like without a shirt on, there ya go.  I'ma warn you straight off that it's not pretty. Not yet, anyway.  That's the goal. Pretty. (=

I downloaded a couple new games for my Galaxy Player and seriously they're the cutest things ever.  The one is called Cut the Rope and you have this little green dude that you feed with candy and he's just way too cute for words. hahaha  The second is called Where's My Water and features a super sweet little alligator guy who just wants to take a bath. =3  I enjoy them. They make me happy.  And they're keeping me amused for more time than I care to admit... lol.

I just bought The Long Hard Road Out of Hell, the biography of Marilyn Manson.  I haven't managed to start reading it yet--pretty positive it's still in my car, actually--but I'm really excited for it.  I'll probably read it in public places just to see what people say.
The man really is brilliant.  He's just... kind of a freak show.  The thing is that he has a particular message he's trying to convey and the image he uses to project it appeals to the audience to whom he is most interested in addressing.  So I'm looking forward to it.

I also just located two books that I remember buying (now that I've found them) but had totally forgotten I owned.  I have that much shit, yes.  Working on it.  hahahaha.  The important thing is that I've found them. And will now (at some point or another) get around to reading them. #facepalm

And... CDs... I have at least 4.  Skip the Foreplay, Walk the Moon, Marilyn Manson, Gotye... I feel like there's probs another/more... Oh well. Not today.

For now it is NAP TIME!!
And that's exciting.
Ta ta.
--Emily Renae

Meeeeeeeeediiiaaaaaaaaaaa

So here's the deal, guys.
I started writing this post a few weeks ago about a series of books I've been reading, but it got so damn long that it just started to look stupid/ridiculous. And I got sick of it. Not to mention the fact that it's been so bloody long since I read the first ones that I needed hardcore refreshers and wikipedia can only do so much for you. You know what I mean?  Also, each novel has its own plot that is, in large part anyway, separate from the overlying plot of the entire series, but not in entirety. But to explain only what appears to be the main, overlying plot of the entire series would make it look like it was a really dirty set of romance novels.  Which, don't get me wrong, they kind of are. But there's so much more to them than that.  The protagonist is seriously antagonistic, but there are SO MANY antagonists throughout the course of this series that it's impossible to list each one. Besides the fact that at LEAST as many conflicts are internal as external. And the internal conflicts aren't all on the protagonist!
It's complicated. Seriously.
In other words, to explain the series fully, adequately and precisely is a huge undertaking. And... not one I care enough about to actually do. So! I skipped. Sorry.

Besides that, though, I have a book that I would like to talk about, and I just bought 3 more CDs. (= YAY!
I have so damn many CDs these days it's absurd. ALSO - irritating - like, 5 or 6 of my CDs got left in my ex-boyfriend's car before we broke up. In JANUARY. Aaaaaaand... there's not really any hope of getting them back anymore. If he even still HAS them. =/  Soooo I guess I'm just out.
Which pisses me off. >|

Anyway. Shall we get on with it? I suppose we ought.

I'll start with a book.

A Madness of Angels: Kate Griffin

Author bio: "Kate Griffin is the name under which Carnegie Medal-nominated author, Catherine Webb, writes fantasy novels for adults.

An acclaimed author of young adult books under her own name, Catherine’s amazing debut, Mirror Dreams, was written when she was only 14 years old, and garnered comparisons with Terry Pratchett and Philip Pullman.

She read History at the London School of Economics, and studied at RADA."

For the record, I'll be referring to her by her pseudonym, in case there are questions. Pseudonyms exist for a reason, and to neglect them just seems rude. (I don't think I'll ever use one, should I actually become published. Anyway.)

Griffin has a method of description unlike anything I have ever seen. And that's saying something if you have any idea how many books I've read in my life. But I love this novel because of how real everything is. It's Urban Fantasy, and it's kind of weird, admittedly--even Griffin admits it--but it's so... interesting. The more of it I read the more into it I really get, and it's so cool. It's cool.

OH! The other super spectacular, totally awesome thing about Kate Griffin (or at least this book series) is that she doesn't write in chapters! None whatsoever!  I mean, the book is split into Prelude and Parts 1, 2 & 3, each with their own title following, but still. There are, of course, breaks in the text. But she treats it pretty much the same way that I do. Break where you need to, but just write. And I like that because it gives me hope that I don't have to write in chapters either. =P

As far as a plot goes, I guess that uh... I'm still working on that.  I'm a ways into Part One now, and it just keeps getting more and more interesting. Here's what I know:

• Matthew Swift disappeared 2 years ago, but left enough blood at the scene that everyone decided that no one could lose that much blood and survive and so therefore he must have died.
• Two years later, Matthew Swift was resurrected, but certain things aren't quite right. For example, his eyes are now a crazy shade of intense blue, but they used to be brown.
• He refers to himself as "We." "Us." etc. And due to a few other things that have appeared here and there, I know that there is clearly somebody - something - else in his head with him. I just don't know what yet.
• Matthew's sole purpose here is revenge. Revenge against whomever killed him and whomever is responsible for his resurrection.
• He's one helluva powerful sorcerer.
• He's being hunted by a "shadow" he calls Hunger, who, at last run-in, was wearing the trench coat that he'd died/disappeared in two years ago. It's still stained with his blood.

Apparently angels are supposed to come into this somewhere, judging by what I started to read in the interview in the "Extras" segment in the back of the book. I'm just not that far yet. But I'm interested, and will likely keep you posted.

Sounds good.

I've got people at my house, though, so I'm going to cancel the music talk for today. I'll come back to that later. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe next week. Whatever.  I'll get back to it. (=

Happy weekend! (=

With love,

--Emily Renae

The Typesetter's Rebuttal

I don't know that any of you are aware of this notion, but I work for the Mountrail County Promoter, my local home newspaper. It comes out once a week on Wednesdays, and includes almost as much nonsense as it does real news. (In small towns, you have to cater to the people that want to relay the mundane nothingness of what goes on ALL DAY LONG at the Bethel Home or who visited whom on what day and yada yada yada. It gets ridiculous, but it's the reason that some people subscribe to the paper, so whatever. You cope with it.) Anyway, one of the sections that I type up every week is the "news" from the nearby town of Belden, written by a lady who, well... uh... I'll be nice; never mind. But she has this habit of going on these rants that are totally uncalled for and absurd. And last week (this week) I just... I had to respond, so I did.

Today on my lunch break, I typed up this letter to the editor - who happens to be my boss, by the way - and when she came back I gave it to her. She told me that it was very well written and that we would definitely run it, so this is going to be in next week's paper.

I don't profess to be the perfect Christian. I never have been and I very much doubt I ever will be. But that's okay. I don't have to be.
I also don't claim to have a "professional" opinion. I am 19 years old, okay? I have no opinions that border upon any edge of professional. So you can take this as you see it, but this is the condensed gist of where I'm at, and I won't back down from it.
So, without further ado. (Are you even still reading this nonsense?)


Dear Editor,
I have a deeply burning desire in my heart to make a rebuttal to a section of the Belden News published in last week’s edition of the Promoter. It began “Are We Faithful. No, I can’t say the young people are” and I really want to ask: How far removed from the youth of society do you really have to be to believe that?
With all due respect to Ms. Hoseth, I have to disagree. Generalizing the entire population of youth in this country, or even this state, based on the individuals in one very small area is entirely unfair to us all. Of the nearly 700 Facebook friends I possess, I cannot tell you the portion of those that post Bible verses, prayers, pleas and praises to God on a very regular basis. I cannot tell you how frequently faith and religion appear in our daily lives and, though some of us remain silent or turn away, it touches us all.
I will admit that, in part, she is right. We, the youth of America, do not believe in God the same way that many of the members of the older generations of our country believe. We do not treat our faith and our religion in the same way that Ms. Hoseth’s generation did, and does. There are many of us who have indeed walked away from our churches and chosen to be agnostic or atheist, though, personally I believe that none of us have enough life experience yet to truly make this decision.
Yes, many of us have walked away. Many of us do not eat meals in family settings, let alone pray over them. I will admit that I’m not even fully familiar with the concept of Devotions, and for that perhaps I am at fault. There are many among us who do not go to church – some who have not stepped foot in one since early childhood, even. There, Ms. Hoseth is indeed correct.
However, I must implore you to understand that the youth of this country live in a completely different era than our predecessors did, that the issues, the problems, the complications and the drama that we face is entirely different from that of the older generations that watch us, often with disdain. Perhaps we do have it easy in comparison. Perhaps we don’t know what we have, and yes, perhaps it should all be stripped away from us so that we might appreciate it better. But wasn’t the point of going through all of the things that this country went through in the past several decades making life better for the future generations, as in mine, or the one to follow? Was the point not to save us the aches and pains, the blood, sweat and tears shed by those before us? If that was not the point, then what was it all for?
I don’t mean to sound like a whiney twerp upset that someone poked me and my peers; that’s not what this is about. What I mean to say is that, though young people have a tendency to walk away from faith and religion for awhile, at least 90% of us come back. The youth of this country are clinging to our faith, our religions, because it’s the only certain thing that we have right now in this country of uncertainties. We know what we’re inheriting – including exploding national debt, social problems, political corruptions galore, not to mention growing global fireworks (and not the fun kind) – and we don’t know what we’re going to do with it all. We don’t know if we’re going to have some kind of safety net like Social Security checks when we grow old. We don’t have anything guaranteed to us anymore; all we have guaranteed to us is the presence of God and Jesus Christ as our savior in our lives. Faith, religion, is meant to save us, to surround us and to guide us; it isn’t supposed to control us like some kind of invisible puppet master that we just allow to move our hands and feet and open our mouths for words to spew out. Faith and religion are an interactive part of our lives. God’s plan for us all requires our interaction, our participation, or there is nothing for us.
Faith, religion, heaven and hell: it’s all a choice. You choose to believe; you choose to be guided; you choose to be loved and protected. I, for one, am terrified of losing that guidance, love and protection. I, for one, know hundreds of people – younger, older, my age, but all peers in this belief in Jesus Christ as savior, or even just in God our Father – who have come to the same conclusion that I have:
Even when we feel that we have absolutely nothing in life, we still have God. We still have a promise of love, protection, forgiveness and eternal life in a faith that will fill in the holes in our life and make us whole.
Ms. Hoseth, I do not know what you see on a weekly, or daily basis in your church and community, but I know what I see and experience, and it is entirely different from what you explained. So, with all due respect, I would like to amend the answer to your “Are we faithful?” question: No, some of us are not, but those who are not do not overpower those of us who are. And it is those of us who are who will lead this country out of the darkness and into some kind of future that we can all succeed in.
Thank you,
--Emily Mell

Uhhh... hi. =)

Okay, okay, so it's been... like... 3 months or something since I posted my last little blurb here.  I'm sorry.  My bad.  However! I do have a [really lame] excuse: I was broke.
WHAT THAT MEANS, MY FRIENDS is that I didn't have any  money to buy any books (as if I needed to buy more of them) nor CDs (as if I needed more of those either).  And I didn't really give myself any time to read or explore new music either.  Soooo I really didn't have a damn thing to talk about!
So I didn't...

But here I am. We're back.  And I'm intending to actually post more regularly these days.  With any luck those intentions shall come to fruition! hahaha.  But you know me.  No promises.

Spring semester sucked, y'all. I'm just gonna say that.   I cycled back through a depression in which I really just didn't give a shit about anything, especially not if it was academic.  Soooooo consequently my grades for this term kiiiiiiinda bite.  Oops.  I mean, not all of them.  But... a couple of them... Oops.
Whatever, though.  I really just don't care anymore.  I mean. I do. But... meh.  My parents are really unhappy about that notion since I'm transferring to UND in August and it's a lot more expensive than MSU aaaaaaaaaand I'm giving up a lot of scholarship money to go therrrrre and... blah blah blah. Etc.  So. There's that tidbit of information you didn't need about my life!

Just for the record, I have 2 posts pending in my brain at this very moment in time.  (That's actually why I'm visiting now at all, honestly. Sorry.)  Both in regard to literature.  Or... well... one is.  I'm not sure how to classify the other; I just got the concept from a book.  Whatever.

So that's what I've got for you today.  I'm sure you will hear from me again shortly.  Because I don't have a job for the summer yet so I'm not doing jack. (=
I'll get there.

Ta ta!
--Emily Renae
~xoxo