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Post-con malaise *sucks*. Cause, you know, it’s been 9 months, I’ve forgotten that everyone (not scary) at world con was cool, I’ve forgotten how much fun smart funny people are. And now I’ve been reminded of it, and then sent back home, which is truly lovely and all that, but still. I miss everyone. I sat down at dinner last night, and looked up and saw a housemate I hadn’t seen in 10 days, and thought, “God, it’s wonderful to be home,” and it was. but that was yesterday, and so today I miss people.

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It’s all about retraining my brain. And it took me long enough to get set in my ways, I shouldn’t expect to wake up and be not-a-freak overnight.

Books I Read at Wiscon

Usually I pack too many books, and I sort of did this time, but not exactly. More like I packed the wrong books.

I took with me Fool's Fate and Couch World, and read barely pages of each of them. I fear that Robin Hobb will mess up this series, though since people gave it better words than The Liveship Traders, which I quite liked, it's probably unfounded. I never managed to read the first series though, and others loved it, so perhaps they're the wrong people to like this one too. Couch World is Red Dress Ink, and I usually take them out of the library without a clue about anything but that. (Red Dress is a Chick Lik publisher so they're *usually* romances, but not always, and not traditional harlequin type romances.) It's not looking bad, but it wasn't really jumping up and down, so I pushed it elsewhere in my bag.

Books I did read:
Bubbles A Broad This is the 4th in the series--nothing earthshaking, but fun and light. And I've got #5 at home waiting for me to read it.
Dating Dead Men This was less trashy, maybe. Or perhaps I"m just justifying it because Kelly Link said it was good, so that makes it fancy, right? (She is mentioned in the thank yous, so she could be biased and trying to pass trashy off as Literature--be forwarned.) Anyways, it was good. I've got Dating is Murder on reserve at the library waiting for me.
Fire Me Up (not that I read fast, but Lisa saw me buy this one (because I'd finished whatever I had packed and only had one book left to get me back to boston), and I had finished it before the plane took off.) Paranormal romance. I'd say 'totally trash,' but that ignores the fact that I've read some books so bad they don't even count as trash, even if I just limit it to paranormal romance. And that's not even mentioning the ones that were so bad I wouldn't even read them. (hold on, I've got an example somewhere: Here. ) It was cute and fun and funny, nothing astonishing, pretty much a typical romance all around (which isn't a bad thing--I wouldn't read these books if I didn't like typical romances all around, afterall)
The Distance Between Us This isn't actually out over here, I assume they're used copies of the british edition. Still, so good. Not quite as good as After You'd Gone, but close, and so good.

There's one that I can't remember. I read Magic and Madness as well, and all of you with girl children to buy books for, this would be good on their list (not that boy children wouldn't like it as well, I just believe the girls might like it better), but that was Thursday evening. There's at least one other book I read on the plane out there, and I'm drawing a blank. Oh! I finished a Jill Mansell, I'd started a couple of weeks before Falling For You. There was no death of a love interest in it, but that's okay, it was still good. I think that was all of them, but I make no promises, since I've still got a couple hours unaccounted for. Perhaps I was sleeping.

I started reading The Steerswoman's Road while there. It's good. I'm not totally in love with it, but I'm still fairly early on. Oh! My favorite part in it thus far wasn't something I read, but something I thought while reading it. It's a fantasy world, pre-industrial, probably late Renaissance tech, and the main character has found something strange, and figured out when it happened--35 years before something 'threw' metal across a large strip of country, and the woman is figuring how far away the thrower must have been, and while she'd doing that, she figures out that if you threw something from enough height and with enough force, it would always fall, but never land. And I thought, "God, I love that imagery every time I see it. I should put it in a story." Yeah. You know, like Red Sky.

I forgot to look for Sarah Zettel books at Wiscon. THe library will never get them, so I'm going to have to given in and buy them. Oh! My mom will read them too. (I know this is a bad thing for a writer of stories to say, but I hate buying books--they take so little time to read, and then I'm done, and not only did I spend the money (which could have bought me music!), I've now got a book I have to find some place to put. Luckily other people like owning books, so they feed my habit, and I can always mail books to my mom to read. (in fact, if I don't, she gets annoyed at me. She's been whining lately, and I think I'm nearly out of things to buy her.) (and if you're an author, and I read all of your books from the library, if you make me feel guilty, I'll buy you a drink.)