Karakand said:P.S. February is Fantasy Novel Disappreciation Month so be sure to find something else to read!
aidan said:
BorkBork said:I'm reading Slaughter House Five right now. He certainly has a unique style.
"The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel."mjc said:http://images.dailytech.com/nimage/4099_Book-Neuromancer.jpg
I'm reading it for a class I'm in this semester.
I usually stay out of arts and entertainment GAF because I'm a snob (or a reactionary depending on the medium) but somebody dropped the ball this month!SyNapSe said:.. and here I thought you just drank a lot and watched sports
Karakand said:"The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel."
When your life is all taking, what need to learn courtship? Carcharos's passion for Jassi Belnarak deepened and darkened with every sleepless night, but it did not keep him from understanding that neither beneficence nor meek wistfulness would win her honestly. Power would have to do, after all; and I think that for the only time in that bad life, Carcharos may truly have regretted the necessity of forcing his will on another person. The moment can't have lasted long, but I think further that it may have been the closest Carcharos ever came to knowing love.
The only apparent failure of Eli's magical touch was Pender, the blacksmith, who went to the campsite a massive, strapping man with a beard that reached halfway down his chest, and went away again with the shape and voice and apparently all the working parts of a slender young woman.
"Pull my string," said Clyde.
Billy did.
"Even dolls hate dolls," said Clyde. "I would rather be a little boy like you."
"Really?" said Billy. He hugged Clyde and pulled his string again.
"Not really," said Clyde. "You're a sissy. Would you like to meet the Wizard?"
"I already did," said Billy. "And I am not a sissy."
"How many little sissies get to meet the Wizard?" asked Clyde.
"Does it work? Are they happier dead?"
Silas grinned so wide and sudden that he showed his fangs. "Sometimes. Mostly, no. It's like the people who believe they'll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn't work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean."
aidan said:
Truly cringe-worthy.Verdre said:Luckily my book is as fantasy as they come
Karakand said:P.S. February is Fantasy Novel Disappreciation Month so be sure to find something else to read!
Karakand said:
P.S. February is Fantasy Novel Disappreciation Month so be sure to find something else to read!
Karakand said:"The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel."
Karakand said:
P.S. February is Fantasy Novel Disappreciation Month so be sure to find something else to read!
Anobyl said:Naked Lunch
For one of my classes.
I'm about 100 pages in and and I don't know what the fuck is going on
Monroeski said:
Should finish it today or tomorrow. Excellent book so far. Sorry for crappy phone pic, but the cover of the copy I'm reading is just such awesome cheap 80's fantasy style that nothing I found online would do.
I tried to look this up on google, to see who decided it is "Fantasy Novel Disappreciation Month," but the only result is this thread.
I've got some non fiction I can read, but I go through a few books per month so I'm sure I'll be back at the fantasy sooner rather than later.
ThirstyFly said:
Just finished I Am Legend (loved it). Now I'm moving on to the short stories also included in the book.
octopusman said:Just finished this, fucking unbelievable, probably my favorite book now, next to Catcher in the Rye. It's written so clearly yet elagantly blows your mind. has anyone else read this one?
Now driving in a wild frieze of headlong horses with eyes walled and teeth cropped and naked riders with clusters of arrows clenched in their jaws and their shields winking in the dust and up the far side of the ruined ranks in a piping of bone flutes and dropping down off the sides of their mounts with one heel hung in the withers strap and their short bows flexing beneath the outstretched necks of the ponies until they had circled the company and cut their ranks in two and then rising up again like funhouse figures, some with nightmare faces painted on their breasts, riding down the unhorsed Saxons and spearing and clubbing them and leaping from their mounts with knives and running about on the ground with a peculiar bandylegged trot like creatures driven to alien forms of locomotion and stripping the clothes from the dead and seizing them up by the hair and passing their blades about the skulls of the living and the dead alike and snatching aloft the bloody wigs and hacking and chopping at the naked bodies, ripping off limbs, heads, gutting the strange white torsos and holding up great handfuls of viscera, genitals, some of the savages so slathered up with gore they might have rolled in it like dogs and some who fell upon the dying and sodomized them with loud cries to their fellows.
aidan said: