I'm tired, and more art came in for me: I'm planning on getting up early, picking it up and getting it to the framer, who has one piece for me. (I've already had them do three pieces, one being done currently and I have two more left. I'm giddy about this small collection I have!)
I want to continue, but there's just so damn much stress right now. I want to curl up and cry and puke some times. (A coyote ran in front of my last night while I was driving at night, and I panicked, thinking I'd get into an accident, too.)
So, yeah, gonna sleep. Gonna relax tomorrow, and get a couple things done that I need to do, but mostly relax and read.
I'll eventually catch up on reviews, too, but I'm reading like mad for the Hugos right now.
Binge reading this series is getting me through this shitty week. I actually e-mailed the author saying, so much stress, then lost my grandfather, and this series is helping.
He said sorry for your loss, but glad these books are helping.
I'm totally into Jedao in a my brain lusts after him kind of the way. Like in a 'I wish he was metal not meat' kind of way.
He's completely fucked up in all the ways I like, broken in a way that makes me want to fix him. I know this is a horrible tendency of mine, but I'm indulgent in fictional worlds and with fictional characters so I can be more like 'it's not my job to fix the world' in the real world.
Do I understand half of what's going on? Nope. Do I give a single fuck? Nope. The things that are there are just speaking to me. As of now, this will be my number one choice for the Hugos.
I have zero idea what's happening during the fights, but I also don't give a single fuck. Unlike, say, Bayverse Transformers which would be nothing without the explosions because the characters aren't as rich and complex as you'd like, and the plots aren't great, this one has a lot of character work that I love, and there's enough politics that I do understand to make this compelling.
Lee could very easily be accused of sloppy, or lazy, world building and I think I've read a couple reviews that have made a good argument for this.
I don't read it that way myself. Lee seems to realize that while he could describe the details of the fights by a calendrical system, it would be so complex and mind numbingly dull - like those and he begat who begat who begat sections of the Torah - that it wouldn't be worth it.
I don't understand, but I"m also okay with that because it's not the crux of these novels.