Aug 22

Five Star Reviews — The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss

I discovered this book in possibly the weirdest way I’ve yet discovered a book.  I’d been watching The Guild . . . which, by the way, is far more entertaining when you’re not losing whole days of productivity to an MMO yourself . . . and, well, there’s only six seasons of it.  The dog was asleep somewhere where if I stood up, he was going to wake up and if he woke up right then, after not having a long enough nap, he was going to be a pain in the ass all day.  So I looked over to see what youtube recommended for me.  Usually this results in aural trauma, but this time it recommended Tabletop, specifically the Lords of Waterdeep episode.  Well, my birthday was soonish and I’d considered asking for the game, so I watched it and was highly amused by Patrick Rothfuss.  So I found his blog.  The most recent post at the time was something about Worldbuilders.  I read a bit more, trying to understand what he was talking about, and discovered two things:  1) I was already following his reviews on Goodreads because he was the guy who’d written a review of his own book that wasn’t out yet that someone had pointed me at a few months before, and 2) he was a good person as well as an amusing and talented author.  So I decided I had to buy his book.

And then I discovered I’d downloaded a sample of it four years before and never read it.  In my defense, judging from where it was in iBooks, I’d downloaded it the day I got the iPad and, after sampling several fantasy books that, to put it bluntly, sucked, I decided to move on to a different genre.  Apparently I never made my way back to it.

The description, via Goodreads:


The riveting first-person narrative of a young man who grows to be the most notorious magician his world has ever seen. From his childhood in a troupe of traveling players, to years spent as a near-feral orphan in a crime- ridden city, to his daringly brazen yet successful bid to enter a legendary school of magic, The Name of the Wind is a masterpiece that transports readers into the body and mind of a wizard. It is a high-action novel written with a poet’s hand, a powerful coming-of-age story of a magically gifted young man, told through his eyes: to read this book is to be the hero.

My review:

This was an incredibly good book.

The characters had diverse personalities that were well-portrayed and some of them had surprising depths to them. Those last few pages showed a side of one that was rather unexpected. Kvothe is incredibly competent at several things, but it’s shown to be the result of hard work and an incredible memory, so he’s no Mary Sue.

Kvothe’s story is one of the most real feeling bits of fiction I’ve ever read. Nothing, save one thing I’ll get to in a minute, felt like it was happening just to serve the plot. Everything had realistic consequences.

Drama, humor, romance, action . . . the story had it all and it was all perfectly balanced. There were too many excellent bits for me to choose my favorite, though the part with the draccus was unlike anything else I’d ever read. I also loved the way an interlude showed the contrast between the true story of Kvothe and the stories people told about him.

There were some absolutely gorgeously written passages, like this one:

“Inside the Waystone, the light fell across Chronicler’s face and touched a beginning there, a blank page waiting the first words of a story. The light flowed across the bar, scattered a thousand tiny rainbow beginnings from the colored bottles, and climbed the wall toward the sword, as if searching for one final beginning.”

I kept having to look words up, which I quite like as I feel too many authors try too hard to keep their language simplistic these days.

The dialogue was excellent, with this line being a particular favorite of mine: “Small deeds for small men,’ I always say. I imagine the trouble is in finding the job small enough for men such as yourselves.”

And the setting . . . I’ve read other things that attempted a “magic based on science” approach, but this is the first one that made sense, like the author understood both magic and science. But that wasn’t what made it so great. No, it was the little touches, like there being different ways to kiss a lady’s hand in different cultures, and why the draccus’ scales were made of what they were that showed Rothfuss had really put a lot of thought into his world-building.

This is a story about stories, and about heroes and what they’re really like, and about love, and, well, it’s the story of one person’s life, or at least that bit of it he can tell in one night. And it hints at that life having had major ramifications for the rest of the world.

My only complaints were that a couple of times it seemed like Kvothe was losing money just to serve the plot and that there was a bit more redundancy than I liked, though I’m pretty sure that was deliberate so it would seem more like a story being told.

And there were more typos than I find excusable in a traditionally published book, but that’s the publisher’s fault, not the author’s, so I’m not holding that against him.

In short, this was one of the best fantasy novels I’ve ever read, and I can’t wait to read the sequel.

Apparently I can wait to read the sequel, because I haven’t yet, but I’m sure I’ll get book two read before book three is out, anyway.  This book was amazing.  I can’t praise it enough.  Just talking about it is making me want to re-read it, but since I’m already reading twelve books, maybe I should wait a bit.

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Aug 01

Free for August!

(They were free on Smashwords in July, but I’m an idiot and forgot to post about it.  Thank you, people who discovered them anyway.  Tell your friends how awesome they are!  Review them!  Buy print copies!  Other statements I’m supposed to make here but can’t recall because my brain is melting in the heat!)

Smashwords link:

iBooks link:

Drivethrufiction link:  (For some reason I always forget to change it back here, so if you’re reading this post long after August, go ahead and check there.  You might be lucky.)

Kobo links: (I have no idea why Kobo thinks this is a romance.  I’ve triple checked; I don’t have romance selected.)

I can’t make the books free at Amazon or Nook because they don’t give authors this option.  Sorry.  I think Kindle format is also available from Drivethrufiction.  If not and that’s the format you want, email me and I’ll see what I can do.

Book reviews should resume in a week or so; other content around the same time.  We’re moving to Massachusetts in less than a week.  (Yes, we know it’ll be really cold in the winter.  Yes, we know there will be a lot of snow.  Yes, I am sick of hearing the same comments; however did you guess?)

EDIT:  Crown of Eldrete price matched to free on Amazon:

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Jul 29

Help, please?

I hate to beg like this, but our options are drying up for funding a move that could drastically improve our lives, so if you can contribute, please do so:

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Jul 07

Sorry about the lack of posts

Had a very bad week last week.  Have a broken metacarpal, so typing is a bitch.  Will try to at least do a book review this week.  If I don’t post anything else soon, assume I’ve finally snapped and killed someone for being incredibly stupid.  My tolerance for certain sorts of stupidity is insanely thin lately.

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Jun 24

Five Star Reviews — Project HALFSHEEP: Or How the Agency’s Alien Got High by Susan Hasler

This is a book I had to read as part of a review exchange.  It was on my “to read” list before that though because it sounded quirky and fun.  It was, but it was also a lot deeper than I’d expected.

This also is not the work I expected to be doing a post about today, but that one seems to have been taken down from everywhere, so it’s pointless to talk about.  That’s a shame because then I would’ve gotten to tell the story of having someone argue with me when I left a five star review because I said the story wasn’t perfect.

The description, via Goodreads:



The lords of a dying planet send Piyat, a terrified “volunteer,” on a voyage across the universe. The reluctant alien crashes in the fear-washed landscape of Cold War America near the site of the nation’s first nuclear test. Captured by the Army and stolen by the CIA, she falls into the hands of a guilt-ridden ex-operative, a psychiatrist with a lust for pharmacology, and an Agency golden boy gone wrong. They turn her into the centerpiece of Project HALFSHEEP, a Top Secret program to test mind control drugs. But Piyat is not so easy to control.

PROJECT HALFSHEEP is a darkly funny blend of science fiction and political satire informed by the real-life excesses of the CIA in its earliest years.

My review:



This was an excellent book with the only problem being that, towards the end, it got almost too depressing to keep reading at times.

The first thing I have to say about this book is to not let the blurb fool you. It is about everything said in the blurb, but it’s also about sexism, which is period appropriately portrayed without being exaggerated, and about the marks horrible events leave on your mind. These themes are brilliantly interwoven with the tale of the alien.

The characters were wonderfully and realistically portrayed, though it might’ve been nice to have found out a bit more about Boots to make sense out of why he was so very, very cruel.

Humor and pathos alternated throughout the tale, with the humor lessening some towards the end, as I mentioned above. In my opinion some of the best parts were the ones that blended the two, but I’ve been accused of having a very dark sense of humor before.

I had to look up several words which is something I quite like in books.

The descriptions of everything, especially the alien world and culture, were very well done. The book also had the best description of a migraine I’ve ever read.

I really loved the alien culture. It was relatable, but still, well, alien. I especially liked the differences — or were they? — between the high and low language, like a word meaning “adventurer” in one and “doomed” in the other, as well as little things like the alien finding 90 degree angles cramped.

And the poem the alien writes has to be read to be believed.

All-in-all, this was a very good book, and I look forward to reading more by the author.

Well, that review is thorough enough that I don’t know what else I can say, except that I’m much pickier about science fiction than about any other genre — I assume because I write it, I really don’t know why though — so for me to give a science fiction novel five stars is a very rare thing.

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Jun 16

Using Your Senses, Or Not

This is something I’ve thought about before but never figured out how to articulate. It’s a nice contrast to the advice I keep seeing that says you have to use every sense in every scene.  No, really, you don’t.  Do you always notice what all five senses are experiencing at every moment?  I only do if I’ve majorly overdone it with the caffeine.

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Jun 15

Five Star Reviews — Flint by Louis L’Amour

I’d tried to read some Louis L’Amour novels ages ago, and they hadn’t kept my interest enough for me to finish them.  A few years ago I somehow ended up reading an excerpt from one of his Sackett novels and immediately fell in love with his way with words.

The description, via Goodreads:


He left the West at the age of seventeen, leaving behind a rootless past and a bloody trail of violence. In the East he became one of the wealthiest financiers in America—and one of the most feared and hated.

Now, suffering from incurable cancer, he has come back to New Mexico to die alone. But when an all-out range war erupts, Flint chooses to help Nancy Kerrigan, a local rancher. A cold-eyed speculator is setting up the land swindle of a lifetime, and Buckdun, a notorious assassin, is there to back his play.

Flint alone can help Nancy save her ranch…with his cash, his connections—and his gun. He still has his legendary will to fight. All he needs is time, and that’s fast running out….

My review:

This was a great book.

True, the characters were frequently little more than archetypes, but they managed to be distinctive enough nonetheless that I didn’t care. Flint himself was a very interestingly complex character that I wish L’Amour had written more about.

Despite seeing many reviews that talk about how predictable all of L’Amour’s westerns are, this one had plot twists I didn’t see coming. That was nicely unexpected.

But the absolute best thing about the book was the way the setting was described. I would give an arm or something to be able to describe places as well as L’Amour. Even with little clue what some of the words meant — this was also the first physical book I’ve ever read that had me wishing I was reading an ebook so I could more easily look things up, which is a plus in my opinion as I’m sick of books being written for the lowest common denominator — I still was able to picture things wonderfully. And he managed these descriptions without getting either overly technical nor overly florid. That is talent.

Really, the only problems I had with the book were that either grammar rules have changed since it was written or it needed a better copyeditor and that occasionally it was a bit redundant — again, a sign that maybe it needed a better editor. So, maybe more a 4.5 than a five star book, but it was still good enough that I’ll definitely be reading more L’Amour westerns!

Gods, that review sounds pretentious.  I don’t know why the fuck I did it that way.  Anyway, it was a really, really good book, and I would probably sell my soul for a quarter of L’Amour’s talent for describing places.

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Jun 08

In defense of fun

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(I’m listening to a song featuring the lead singer of Nickelback  as I start writing this, appropriately.  If you don’t get the connection, just say the name “Nickelback” to the nearest music geek and watch their head explode.  And now I’m listening to Taylor Swift.  I swear I wasn’t planning this!)

The blog post I linked to earlier today (err, yesterday afternoon.  Whatever.) ended with this line “Let’s have fun.  Let’s be okay with writing fun.”

I don’t know how young I was when I fell in love with fantasy and science fiction.  Two of the first toys I can remember having were a Yoda action figure and a Scarlett action figure. Return of the Jedi has been one of my favorite movies from the first time I saw it when I was about six.  I was a She-Ra fan as a kid.  Voltron was my first favorite show, as far as I know.  Some of the first books I remember reading were TSR’s Endless Quest books.  So it’s probably safe to say that I never had a chance in hell of not growing up to be a geek.

Did I love any of these things for how deep and deconstruct-y and challenging to the status quo and shit like that they were?  Fuck no!  I liked them for the same reason that I liked stuff that carries with it no geek cred at all, stuff like the Little House books, the Anne books, and The Cosby Show:  they were fun, they were entertaining . . . I enjoyed them.  Young Shannon didn’t give a fuck if they were challenging her worldview or making her think about things in a different way or anything like that.  I liked Return of the Jedi because it had spaceships, light saber duels, and Jedi.  Voltron had five lions that combined into one big robot.  How can that not be cool?  And the robot had a sword!  And it had a dude with a cool accent that may or may not have been a bit of influence in one of the main characters in some Universal Nexus stories . . .

Sure, I was just a kid, so of course I didn’t want deep stuff in my entertainment (I’m looking pointedly at you, people who claim Empire was your favorite Star Wars movie even when you were eight because it’s so much deeper than the others).  So, let’s look at some of my current favorites, shall we?  Firefly, Name of the WindGI Joe:  A Real American Hero comics (some things don’t change), the Little House books, some of the Anne books (look, more that doesn’t change!), the best sci-fi TV show ever made:  Babylon 5 . . . do you see a single thing that’s deep in that list?!

No.  Okay, maybe Babylon 5, but most of the reason I love it isn’t.  You know why?  Because of this (copied from a post I made on a rpg forum eight and a half years ago; sorry about the weird phrasing and punctuation in spots.  Eight years ago me didn’t always proofread as well as she should have.  And that Traveller game never did happen, I just realized.):

I was trying to start a nice little dungeon crawl. Just your basic, old fashioned, go from this 10 x 10 room to this 10 x 10 room, without triggering a horrible trap and kill the monster and take it’s stuff dungeon crawl. However, I ran into a problem:I couldn’t let a game be that simple any more.I felt like I had to have a fully-detailed culture for the area, full character sheets for every NPC that might be encountered, full stats for all the monsters, detailed character histories . . . all for a dungeon crawl. A dungeon crawl that will most likely only take two to five sessions to finish, say 8 to 20 hours of real time.I stopped having fun making the NPCs long before I was finished. I didn’t do any other work on the game . . . the game I’d been so excited about in the beginning. I was starting to see gaming as more work than fun.

I thought about why this had happened a lot, possibly too much. But, you see, while I was looking for something else recently, I came across my first ever character, and several other artifacts from early games. I thought back to these games. I enjoyed them. They weren’t sophisticated. The only culture that approached fully developed was the kender culture, since I was lacking the novels/gaming books to know much about Krynnish elves and dwarves, and didn’t want to make up something that clashed with established storylines.

It was fun. It was A LOT of fun.

I thought about a dungeon crawl I’m in the middle of running (but taking a break from . . . until we have alcohol.). I thought about the fun we’ve had with it. I don’t even know what world it’s set on.  Jaye’s characters are named Kibbles and Bits. They kept a charmed kobold as a pet for awhile! It’s insane; I refuse to DM it sober. But it’s fun!

I thought of Universal Nexus, and how, while some of the characters are fun, I’m not having much fun with the game itself any more. I thought of my still-hasn’t-started Traveller game and how worried I am that I don’t know the setting well enough to do it justice.

I realized something: At some point, I stopped thinking about “Is this fun? Will this make this game more fun for the players?” I started thinking “Is this logical? Will this situation challenge the players’ role-playing skills?” Now, I know there’s nothing wrong with this approach, but to me, it’s not fun. So, why was I doing it?

The only answer I can come up with, is that I started thinking that that’s how mature people game. I’d forgotten that, at the core of things, gaming is, well, just GAMING. It’s having fun.

If your idea of fun is making a completely logical setting, and challenging your players role-playing skills, cool. I can get into that sometimes. But sometimes . . . sometimes, I just want to PLAY. I don’t want to think about the logic of everything; I don’t want to worry about the changes in society due to high mana levels. I just want to play. And really, if you get right down to it, that’s what rpgs are about.  Playing role in a game. You can do that just a well in a dungeon crawl that has nothing existing around it as in a game world you’ve spent months working out, down to the level of what the fine is for littering. But if you’re not having fun, and your players aren’t having fun, then what’s the point?

(Yeah, I know, this is common sense stuff . . . but I doubt I’m the only gamer lacking in common sense, so I’m sharing.)

Eight and a half years ago me probably would’ve had a much different list of favorite things . . . even taking into consideration that one of the things wasn’t out yet and she hadn’t heard of another yet.  Eight and a half years ago me craved approval of Them . . . that nebulous group that determines what is and is not okay to like.  But she found herself unable to make a fucking dungeon crawl, and, well, fuck that shit.

Now, I won’t pretend that I don’t backslide sometimes and feel guilty for liking dungeon crawls, for listening to Nickelback, for watching Star Wars‘ movies just for the sword fights (and Han and Yoda) . . . I spend too much time immersed in geek culture on Twitter and blogs to not be influenced by Their opinions.  But the thing is, I learned my lesson.  If  my entertainment isn’t fun, then why the fuck am I playing/watching/reading it?!

Or writing it.  And that’s the main one I struggle with.  Because there is still the part of me that craves the approval of Them.

But one of my favorite quotes from my favorite writing book is this:

“I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.”

― Ray BradburyZen in the Art of Writing

I try to remind myself of that any time I start worrying that I’m not writing my stories “right” because . . . because The Crown of Eldrete is unabashedly space opera.  The dedication is to Larry Hama and George Lucas for a reason, okay?  (And, gods but I wish some of my reviewers had realized that and seen it as a good thing instead of a negative.)  Because No More Lies is an unholy combo of a romance, a coming-of-age story (or maybe a quarter life crisis story, if that’s a thing?), and an action story, in an unabashedly space opera setting.

Intertwined Lives, I just realized as I was typing this in a gut-punchy kind of way, died because I’d forgotten this lesson.  Once again I was craving approval, not writing for me.  If I’d been writing it for me, like I should’ve been, if I’d been writing for fun, it would’ve been pure slice-of-life, like I planned.  But no, I had to start thinking in terms of plot arcs and things like that.  I know better.  I’ve learned this lesson, as you can see above.  There’s a time and a place for these things . . . The Crown of Eldrete is a pretty plot driven book, for instance.  But this story wasn’t the place for that sort of thing.  It was supposed to just be a look into the life of some people on a world 600 parsecs from Earth in an alternate reality that diverged from ours in the early 90s.  It may not have been popular.  People may very well have hated it.  I know for a damned fact it’s pretty far from what you’re “supposed” to do with a space opera setting.  But I would’ve had fun writing it, and I’m sure somebody else would’ve had fun reading it, even if just my mother.  And if I had fun writing it, then it would’ve shown so maybe more people could’ve been convinced to try it, and maybe they would’ve found that, “Hey, a space opera doesn’t have to have constant ship battles and a big good versus evil war and characters that were already clichés by the time Heinlein first put pen to paper!”  So, I’ll reboot it someday, and that’s what it’ll be.  And maybe it’ll gain popularity, or maybe it won’t.  But at least I’ll enjoy writing it.

And this blogpost didn’t go where I thought it would, not quite anyway.  At any rate, I think I made my point.  I leave you with a video of one of my current favorite songs.  Don’t worry, it’s not by Nickelback or Taylor Swift.  It’s by an artist I discovered courtesy of clicking a video accidentally on youtube a couple of years ago.  The theme of the song is sort of related to this post.  It was playing as I typed the bit about Intertwined Lives and I found it rather fitting.

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Jun 07

Breakthrough in understanding ancient hairdos

This has nothing to do with writing or my stories.  Shit, it doesn’t even have anything to do with my real life, as my own hair is always either down or in what can, with suitable stretching of the words, be called a bun or ponytail.  But I thought it was really cool, and, well, lots of authors I like share random cool things on their blogs, so I’m gonna start doing it to.  Because it’s my blog and I can do what I want here.

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