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text 2016-03-03 04:31
Ramblings Regarding February Reading
Saga Vol. 1 - Brian Vaughan,Fiona Staples
I Can't Complain: (All Too) Personal Essays - Elinor Lipman
The Last Herald-Mage Trilogy - Mercedes Lackey

Favorite book of the monthSaga Vol. 1 by Brian Vaughan and Fiona Staples

Honorable MentionI Can't Complain: (All Too) Personal Essays by Elinor Lipman,

Longest in pagesThe Last Herald Mage Trilogy by Mercedes Lackey at 720 pages


Total books ingested: 24

Re-reads/listens: 1


Total books read: 23

Total books/audiobooks started (since this was a weird month for it):  172 (Not actually joking. Most did not make it to even be listed on Goodreads, and certainly didn't make it here, but yeah. I was feeling indecisive.)

Total pages read: 6291

Average pages per book: 273

Average pages per day: 216


Audiobooks ingested: 1 (Trying to find a new audiobook groove, I suppose?)

Minutes spent listening: 609

Average minutes per day: 21



1: 0

2: 1

3: 17

4: 5

5: 1

Did not finish: 0


Average: 3.25


Reviews Written/Published: 7 (That's moderately horrific.)


So February kind of sucked, but I think I've found my feet again and am back to my daily book grind (I spend months trying to figure out a name for my blog that combined books and coffee before settling on the one I have instead, and now I toss that phrase out randomly. Geez.) Internet access is a bit more limited than it was, so you may note crazy book dumps until that is settled, as a heads up (expect one after this post, actually--I'm way behind in terms of updating here!).


I did manage to find a crop of very excellent books, and I am not even going to update all of the ones I have started I don't think, because it is (as seen above) a very scary number, and I have no idea how many of them I will keep. I'll probably update as I get further into them or finish them, because I don't even want to try to input all of that if I can get out of it. I'm lazy, and I'm perfectly okay with admitting this. :x


Finally broke down and bought Saga and may have accidentally read the entire thing straight through while letting my dinner get cold. I don't regret it. I'm going to be hunting down the rest as well, and quite possibly buying physical copies (though my Fire did well honestly and I got a heck of a deal). I'm remarkably impressed, and I regret that it took me so long to get around to it.


How did everyone else's February go? Did that extra day help any? Find anything ridiculously fabulous? Start a terrifying number of books? Discover you have a taste for superlatives and you can't quit using them?

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text 2014-10-22 13:18
My essay collection ebook Sex & Cupcakes is out!

After 10 years and over 50 anthologies edited, I've finally written a book of my own! It's a collection of classic and brand new essays called Sex & Cupcakes published by Thought Catalog Books - the title essay is a bit of a mini memoir of how I went from law school dropout to sex columnist and erotica writer/editor/cupcake blogger, and other new essays include "Wearing My Tattooed Heart On My Sleeve," about my heart tattoo, along with the self-explanatory "My Boyfriend's Fat," my utopian sex fantasies in "Champagne Sex" and my issues with monogamy in "Monogamishmash." It's on sale for $4.99 on Kindle (also available at Kindle UK) and I'm so excited about it. Stay turned for the New York book party! Oh, and I'm on the cover! With cupcakes, of course.

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review 2014-07-06 00:00
Once I Was Cool: Personal Essays
Once I Was Cool: Personal Essays - Megan Stielstra Could've used a good deal more editing. I'm enjoying some of the essays but finding the number of errors distracting.
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text 2013-12-18 22:27
Not a review, but a call to arms
Writing with Intent: Essays, Reviews, Personal Prose--1983-2005 - Margaret Atwood

Margaret Atwood is a genius.


I am not.


Margaret Atwood is a poet.


I am not.


Margaret Atwood is a writer.


I was, but not so much any more.  Or perhaps I was, and will be again?


As I frequently tell my dear friend KP who is not on BookLikes, I really do not believe in omens.  And yet, and yet, and yet, sometimes things happen that I think maybe could be omens, or would be omens, or should be omens, if I believed in such things.


This was the first, blogged by Derrolyn Anderson.  And I read it and for a moment I couldn't breathe, and I wanted to cry.




I do want to write, maybe more than anything.  It's all I ever really wanted to do, and for a while I did.  But now I use my boring, underpaid, but financially necessary day job as an excuse ("There is no excuse.") because I am afraid of failure, mundane failure.  I'm afraid that I cannot bring in sufficient cash to support myself . . . and I have no other support.


So that was the first omen, arriving just as I began the day's work at the boring, underpaid, but financially necessary day job that is an excuse.


And then later there were the quotes from Margaret Atwood in I'll think of a damn title later's reviews.  Not just because I'm familiar with Atwood's work and politics, but because one of the quotes referred to Sor Juana Inez de la Cruz, to whose work I'd been introduced so many years ago in high school Spanish.  Years ago, when dreams were young and bright and just barely out of reach.


Links to themes and ties to the past and streamers of memories and dreams and aspirations, all of which seem somehow way out of reach at the moment.


But then in this review, the quoted poem "Another Visit to the Oracle" reminded me that I have an unread book of Atwood's essays.  And like I'll think of a damn title later, I felt the visceral reaction.


For this is what I do, Margaret Atwood writes, with confidence and authority.


And this is what I try to do, what I want to do, what I always dreamed of doing, I write with hesitation and a glance at the clock to make sure I still have time to finish my work.


To see what you do not. 

To breathe in the sounds, to smell the whispers and taste the screams of souls yearning for life.

To touch the fragrances that burst in my eyes like satin violins all crimson and chartreuse, sparkling with the songs of diamonds.

To feel what you do not or did not or have not, and to try with words, fragile words, feeble words, terrified and terrifying words to give you, freely and without obligation, the passion of my experiences and the experience of my passion.

To create a world that's never been created, that cannot be created, that exists because it cannot not be, because it exists in a dream and all dreams are real simply because they are dreams.


Somewhere along the way, I lost my dreams.  Not my passion, for I still have that in abundance.  But something happened to the dreams.  The dreams that cannot not be.  The dreams that must be.


The dreams that will be.  Because that is what I do.

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text 2013-10-01 13:10
In Which I Join the Ranks of Unruly Catholic Women
Unruly Catholic Women Writers: Creative Responses to Catholicism - Jeana DelRosso,Leigh Eicke,Ana Kothe

SUNY Press has recently made available Unruly Catholic Women Writers, in which my personal essay, "Where I First Met God," appears. If this sort of thing interests you, also check out Hungering and Thirsting for Justice, which I co-edited with Kate Ward for ACTA Publications.

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