Speaking of which: how great is Jessica Drew? Pretty great, right? I totally want to be BFFs with her and Carol Danvers.
The photos: go live on Instagram as I take them and appear here in digest form every Sunday.
Talk about a grey photo. Grey dog; grey(ish) pillow; grey book. How terribly fitting for winter.
Last Sunday I found myself in Indecisive Reader Mode. Did I want fantasy? Science fiction? Crime fiction? General fiction? I hadn't a bloody clue, so I snatched up THE COPPER CROWN by Patrician Kennealy since I knew it blended at least two genres.
On paper, it was totally my thing: science fiction in which Keltic civilization--which has flourished in space for the last three thousand years, having departed Earth to could escape the death of magic--comes back into contact with Terran diplomats even as they face threats from two galactic empires. And when I just think of what I read, I'm so there.
When I actually pick up the book and read a bit of it... not so much.
I dunno, y'all. Kennealy's prose is lovely, but her characters just didn't move me the way I wanted them to. They did these big, seemingly interesting things, and I just didn't feel it. Not a bit. They were like the literary equivalent of Duncan Kane.
(The hell, Duncan Kane? You're involved in so many crazy-ass things, and yet you yourself are so boring. How is this possible? What foul magic is at work?)
So I put the book aside just after the hundred page mark. Maybe I'll try again someday.