Over the weekend I wrote quite a lot. It felt good. I also finally got an idea where the end of Broods is going. I’m over 50k words right now, with possibly another 10k to go. I’m very excited. I was worried that I’d just have to keep writing after I’d passed my theoretical wordcount total and hope I could figure something out after. Now we’ll see if I can do the ending in my head justice.
In case you missed it in the comments of my rant post, the talented Jennifer Hudock started a Goodreads book club called Chicks with Swords. Where we’ll be reading a fantasy book a month and talking about cool stuff. Check it out if you have a mind to. I thought it should be called Boys with Boobs, but I was outvoted. If you don’t understand that reference you probably didn’t see George R. R. Martin’s response to the NYT review, check it out here.
Ryan’s Word for today:
Obloquy is abusive or derogatory language. It can also mean the disgrace that is suffered as a result of such abuse.
My blog post today is a rant. I hope you’ll excuse me for that. If you’re not into reading my extremely opinionated ravings, feel free to just skip this one. As an additional warning, I come off as quite the rabid feminist; not usually the kind of thing I use this blog as a forum for.
I’ve been looking forward to the Game of Thrones series on HBO for months. Today, the New York Times published this review. Hopefully you took a minute to read that, if you haven’t already, otherwise this won’t make much sense.
There is one particular paragraph of her thoroughly insulting article that I want to highlight:
The true perversion, though, is the sense you get that all of this illicitness has been tossed in as a little something for the ladies, out of a justifiable fear, perhaps, that no woman alive would watch otherwise. While I do not doubt that there are women in the world who read books like Mr. Martin’s, I can honestly say that I have never met a single woman who has stood up in indignation at her book club and refused to read the latest from Lorrie Moore unless everyone agreed to “The Hobbit” first. “Game of Thrones” is boy fiction patronizingly turned out to reach the population’s other half.
Wow, that’s a broad brush she’s painting with. (Get it… broad?) I’ll ignore that she insinuates the sex scenes were included only for women–though I honestly can’t get my head around it. No woman alive, eh? In my twitter feed alone, I found five women eagerly awaiting the premiere every bit as much as I am. The six of us must be vampires. As a bonus, not one of them knew who Lorrie Moore is, and I would bet money that most of them have read Tolkien. Take that, Ginia Bellafante.
What I find most offensive about this article is the fact that an ostensibly well-read woman would generalize an entire genre of fiction as “boy fiction.” Seriously, Ms. Bellafante, do you think all women share your tastes? I don’t know who Lorrie Moore is, but I can guarantee from your attitude in that article that I would prefer to read The Hobbit over anything you’re going to suggest. As women, don’t we have enough pigeonholing to worry about from men? Do we really have to do it to ourselves?
A Game of Thrones is possibly my favorite book ever. There is some tough competition for the title, but it fits easily in the top five. The book quite simply has it all: political intrigue, complex characters, action, love, and robust worldbuilding.
I’ll read more than thirty books this year, across several genres. I won’t say I don’t enjoy a good romance, because I do. Though I’m sure my definition of “good” will vary quite a lot from what Ms. Bellafante and her book club believe I should be reading. I also enjoy horror, fantasy, mystery, and *gasp* science fiction. I’m a rebel, what can I say?
I’m probably not supposed to like science fiction because there’s too much math. Mystery is right out because the violence might offend my delicate sensibilities. Horror? Perish the thought! I might never recover from the faint all that blood will surely cause. Thanks to this article, we already know that girls shouldn’t read fantasy because it’s too complex for our simple brains, unless we’re Warren Buffet. Whatever the hell that means.
I am overjoyed to not fit into the box this woman is trying to cram me in. I guess I should turn in my woman card and go hang out with the D&D crowd, because we all know there are no real women among that rabble. Oh well, they at least know how to have a good time.
I started this book with absolutely no idea what it was about. I bought it on a whim and forgot about it until I noticed it sitting on my Kindle when I was looking for something to read. The first part of the book is very engaging. I could hardly put it down. Caz is a lovely character who is drawn well and eminently likable. The writing is excellent. Overall it’s an easy, fun read.
This brings me to the book’s one and only drawback. The plot is obvious. I didn’t find the mystery at all mysterious. It’s labeled as a Romantic Suspense, so I kept expecting to be suspended. It’s good, but with a little more tension and mystery, I think it could have been great. I’d say it’s a solid 3.5.