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Saturday, March 2nd, 2013
Moon Called Book Club Discussion

Today we are here to discuss Moon Called by the Fabulous Patty Briggs. Some of you will have read it long ago and maybe read it many times since. Some may have never picked it up. It’s a fact that this is a highly successful Urban Fantasy and one that frequently serves as a touchstone for all other urban fantasies. mooncalled

I read this book long ago when it first came out and have been a fan of Patty’s for long before that. I remember just loving it at the time and being impatient for the next one. I loved the originality of a lot of it (which has since been copied in some respects by other writers). I love the word seethe for a collection of vampires. I’m just saying. That’s brilliant.

Anyhow, as I read it this time, I noticed some different reactions. I wasn’t sure I bought into Gerry’s rationale and how it work. Also, I wasn’t sure that the Witch’s son had enough set up and enough motivation.

But I was still blown away by the worldbuilding, by the complexity of the rules of pack are, of the rules of the Marrock are, and the complexity and depth of the characters and relationships. (For instance, reading it this time, I KNOW she has a plan for Ben and what it is–she’s told me that she knew all about Ben the moment she committed him to the page). And that adds depth to things.

I have to confess I am not caught up on the series. Some time ago when I was preparing to get the house on the market, I packed up most of my books, starting with my keepers. Well, guess what Patty’s books are? I can’t remember which I have, so I’ve been reluctant to buy what I already have. Plus I like to go back and reread older books in a series when reading the fresh new books. It makes me wonder, however, how much the issues of what Mercy is as a walker have been developed in terms of certain immunities to magic and other talents. I’m really curious now and want to get up. I need to get to the library and just read them all again.

Tell me, what are your thoughts? How do you feel about Gerry’s rationale/plan? What did you think of the son (was his name Robin? I suddenly can’t remember).

Friday, March 1st, 2013
pace pace pace pace

Pacing up and down. We had someone come and take a second look at the house. First came a few days ago. Must. Not. Get. Hopes. Up. Distraction, need distraction.

Everybody reading Moon Called? Looking forward to our discussion tomorrow.

Thursday, February 28th, 2013
The Winner

Wow, you all made that a really difficult contest. I had a tough time picking a winner, but I decided on Ken because I loved the story and it totally made me think about those summers nights when I was a kid. Those perfect summer moments. So shoot me your email Ken!

In other news, someone came to look at our house yesterday, which is largely why I wasn’t posting here yesterday. No idea how it went really. I’m trying really hard not to get my hopes up and forget they even looked. Need to preserve my sanity. Oh hush. Yes there is something there to preserve.

I heard from my agent on my sample pages. She likes them, but also had suggestions for revision. Now I knew there would be revision suggestions and they are good. But the little kid inside always wants a gold star and some confetti and a hearty “it’s perfect! It’s going to be the best thing EVER!” Sigh. Yeah. Reality never matches that particular fantasy for anyone, and if it does, chances are they’re from Nigeria and want me to give them my bank account numbers, passwords, social security number, and possibly plasma. Anyhow, that means digging in on revision and I’m looking forward to that.

Are your reading Moon Called? Because Discussion happens here on Saturday!!!!

I had this weird dream last night that involved a big skyscraper hotel with some sort of day spa and was also situated in the middle of an amusement park. I’m terrified of heights, so I don’t do roller coasters and gravity drops and so on. At one point in this dream, I’m at the day spa pool with my dogs and for some reason they let me bring them into the pool, so long as I stayed in this little shallow scalloped out pool of our own, which frankly was pretty cool. A bit later, I’ve got some reason to go up to my room without the dogs, so I go get on the elevator. Only the elevator doesn’t go up and down in a traditional way, it is a roller coaster car that goes through a bunch of curves, rolls, hills and so on in order to get to any floor. Except I didn’t know that until we’re going through the first wild turn and down into the first hill. Yeah. Maybe it was a nightmare.

And sticking with that scary theme, I want to leave you with this TERRIFYING idea of fun. A huge (read insane) rope swing. Watching makes me want to throw up. I’m sure some of you are thinking, Cool! Where can I sign up? Now which one of us is insane?

Monday, February 25th, 2013
Grass and torture devices

I love Sheri Tepper’s Grass. It’s a really good book on a lot of levels. If you haven’t read it, you should. Part of the novel involves riding these native animals for long distances for long periods of time. The riders practice on these electronic practice animals for hours and hours. Days even. So when I saw this on Amazon, I felt like Grass had become suddenly very real. saddle I’d like to say more, but the spoilers would be bad. But if you have read Grass, tell me if you have a reaction to that picture.

I have mostly completed the list of work I have to do today. Yay for me! I’ve got another stupid meeting tomorrow. I suppose napping through it isn’t possible.

Has everyone started/finished reading Moon Called? We talk about it this weekend!

Saturday, February 9th, 2013
Book Club Selection

And the next book club reading selection for March 2nd, is Moon Called by Patty Briggs.  Voting went:

Moon Called IIIII  IIII

Temping II

Between IIII

Alchemystic III

Unholy Ghosts III

Now let’s hope everyone can read and be there to discuss! It’s been awhile since I read Mooncalled. It will be fun to reread it and see how it holds up for me.

Thursday, February 7th, 2013
Vote on a book for Book Club

What do you suppose the first rule of Book Club is? It can’t be that we don’t talk about it. I mean, what’s the point of book club if we don’t talk?

Incidentally, it’s been a night of drama at my house. I swear my son got hit with a hormone swarm today and he’s been an emotional mess. My head is pounding.

And now to the poll:

[contact-form][contact-field label=’book club vote’ type=’radio’ options=’Temping is Hell by Cathy Yardley,Alchemystic by Anton Strout,Between by Kerry Schafer,Moon Called by Patty Briggs,Unholy Ghosts by Stacia Kane’/][/contact-form]

It’s not a long list, so the top choice is the winner. Let’s see if we can do this by Saturday at 5 my time, or whenever I get back from Costco with the kids. (It’s a two hour ddrive one way, so who knows when we will actually make it home). BTW, this is a great list. I’ve read a couple of them, but would gladly reread them and I’ve wanted to read the rest.

Incidentally, I just finished reading Garden Spells, which is a quiet magical realism story and I loved it. Just loved it.

Wednesday, February 6th, 2013
On the Roller Coaster Again plus a snippet

Somebody is coming to look at the house tomorrow. This is where I frantically clean (actually the house was mostly ready, but I did work on the kids’ rooms and some straightening. I will do some kitchen maintenance in the a.m. and all should be ready. The bad part is I get hopeful and nothing comes of it and then I get flat depressed. Hope is not always a good thing.

I will put up the poll for the next reading selection tomorrow. We don’t have a ton of nominees, so it will be an easy vote.

The following is a snippet from my WIP. I hope you enjoy.

 

A clicking, buzzing sound filled his ears. Violent cramps gripped his insides. He tipped over, face squelching in the mud and mulch.

The sound grew louder. Insistent. Strident.

Carys rattled and bucked on the ground. Squealing moans leaked through his lips. He was hardly aware of them. Every muscle, every sinew and nerve, was on fire. Death couldn’t come soon enough.

A bright shadow fell across his eyes and cold stung his forehead where the venom fang had punctured. Ice trickled down into the hole and through his veins. It spread beneath his skin, seeping into muscle and bone.  His convulsive shudders turned to shivers and numbness overcame the soul-ripping pain.

He continued to shiver. The sounds he’d been hearing were interspersed with snarling growls. He imagined that the high-pitched sounds were actually voices rebuking the male hilket, who protested with great annoyance. If Carys’s face wasn’t still too stiff to move, he would have smiled at his own absurdity. He wondered what would happen next. Perhaps an agga snake and a giant leit spider would bring him a goblet of goldenfruit wine and explain the mysteries of the gray mists to him. He chuckled to himself, the sound a dry rattle.

The other sounds around him died abruptly and once again a bright shadow fell across his face. He frowned. Bright shadow? Foolishness. He forced his starched eyelids to bend open. His right eye was fogged with a white winter snow. But before his left eye, a cloud of gold shone like soft sparks behind a glaze of water. Inky smoke surrounded it, purling like smoke from a blacksmith’s chimney.

He stared, fascinated by the slow hypnotic churn.

Something rapped him sharply on the nose. He drew back as far as the ground would let him, waking from his trance, only to be confronted by a the head of an ornate guisarme.  A very small one.

He frowned at it. A flat silver blade covered with intricate knotwork protruded from the wickedly hooked beak. Below that, two crescent moon rondels curved away from each other at the base of the head. The whole weapon was no more than two feet long, and at least four or five inches taller than the creature wielding it.

Carys gaze fixed on the small personage. He could think of no other word to describe it. The creature’s face was finely sculpted, appearing quite human, but with sharply cut features, a narrow chin, black marble eyes, four muscular arms, legs that ended in gold eagle feet, and wings. The wings flickered too fast to see . Their undersides were smudged gold and black smoke swirled around them like storm clouds. He were dressed in jewels and feathers, his charcoal skin kissed with gold.

“You’re an Idreet,” he marvelled. He had never seen one before. He had never dreamed he ever would.

The little being scowled and gestured imperiously with the guisarme. “Rise.”

Carys’s lips twitched. Such boundless arrogance in such a tiny body. “There is very little point,” he said. “Even if I could get up, I shall just fall over. I’m about to die.”

“No longer,” the Idreet declared, and now he prodded Carys with the butt of the weapon. Lightening flashed and jolted through Carys’s body, making his muscles clench. His skin rippled with silver light.

The Idreet rose a few inches in the air. “Rise. Now. She waits.”

She? She who? And then Carys knew.  Riya.

She communicated with Idreet. No–they did her bidding. The thought was staggering.  Ildreet were children of the Silver Spirits, of the very gods themselves.  And Riya knew where to find them. Spoke to them. Ordered them. He closed his eyes against sudden bitterness.

He didn’t know why he should be surprised. She had so many secrets; why would she tell him? Why would she mention the Ildreet at all? They were not true friends; neither could afford such luxuries.

Carys let those thoughts go as the Ildreet cocked his guisarme again. “I’m rising,” he said, gritting his teeth as fiery pain spiraled from the wound in the back of his thigh. He gained his knees, then his feet, leaning against the tree for support.

His left eye remained snowed. His sight on that side pared into angles and cracks, refracting through a film of winter white.  His brain could make no sense of the images. On the other hand, his body was once again his own. His muscles clenched and stung with odd spasms, but the effect of the venom seemed largely gone. Only the hole in his thigh continued to hurt.

The Ildreet had floated backward and now hovered between Carys and the hilket.  The massive animal was clearly unhappy. He paced back and forth, a low growl emanating from his throat. The female sat behind him, her feet neatly together, her tail wrapped around them. Further past her was Kydrian. He held his crossbow ready, but wore a dazed expression. He awestruck gaze was fixed on the Ildreet.

Monday, February 4th, 2013
Call for Book Club Nominees

All right then. Time to take on more nominees for the next reading round. I’m so excited!  Unless it doesn’t seem workable, I’d like to do the next discussion on March 2nd. Since Magic Study was more of a traditional style fantasy, I’d like for us to look at something different this time. So how about we choose an Urban Fantasy or Paranormal Romance?

I’m going to nominate a brand new book by a newcomer, Kerry Schafer called Between.  I have not read it yet, but it looks really different.  And Carol Berg (whom I idolize) blurbed it.  Here’s the description:

Vivian Maylor can’t sleep. Maybe it’s because she just broke up with her boyfriend and moved to a new town, or it could be the stress of her new job at the hospital. But perhaps it’s because her dreams have started to bleed through into her waking hours.

All of her life Vivian has rejected her mother’s insane ramblings about Dreamworlds for concrete science and fact, until an emergency room patient ranting about dragons spontaneously combusts before her eyes—forcing Viv to consider the idea that her visions of mythical beasts might be real.

And when a chance encounter leads her to a man she knows only from her dreams, Vivian finds herself falling into a world that seems strange and familiar all at once—a world where the line between dream and reality is hard to determine, and hard to control…

Remember when nominating to include a description if possible, and a link to the book so people can see more.

We’ll do nominations until Weds at 5 my time, then we’ll take a vote. Because I liked how it worked last time, I want to do two votes, where we narrow it to the top three choices, and then from there, vote again for the final choice.

Sunday, February 3rd, 2013
Superbowl

It was a really good game. Actually, the first half sort of put me to sleep, but the second half–wow. It was wild. I was rooting for the 49ers, but I couldn’t be sorry for
the Ravens winning. The second half had me on the edge of my seat. I loved it. One of the best Superbowls in awhile.

On the other hand, not so crazy about the commercials. I did like the Paul Harvey Dodge commercial, but that had to do with the memories of listening to him with
my folks, and growing up on the ranch. My parents were those farmers he was talking about. Days that never really ended and always knee-deep in something that
had to get done soon. I actually was part of that sometimes, though not on the level that they were. Farming is the hardest work there is, I think. I hated
the godaddy commercial with the model and nerd. The slurpy sounds were just plain gross. Nothing else stood out all that much, except maybe for The Big Bang
Theory commercial. I’d already scene the Budweiser Clydesdale commercial–it was going around FB all week. I was stumped with some ads. Couldn’t figure out
the point and wondered why they’d pay that much to make such a bad commercial.

It’s time to start thinking about the new book club entry. I’ll make a call for entries in the next couple of days. I really enjoyed our discussion and can’t wait to do it again.
I’m currently reading a lovely book called Garden Spells by Sarah Addison Allen. It is magical realism and I am thoroughly enjoying it. I’m also reading an ARC for
a new book that I both love and troubles me at the same time. I’m doing my best to read more. Last year I probably read less than I have in my whole life. So far this year
I have read at least six or eight books, maybe more. I’ve been doing a poor job of keeping track. But I’d like to. I need to start keeping a list.

 

 

Saturday, February 2nd, 2013
Poison Study discussion

First, let me say that if you’re on LJ, please come over to my post on my wordpress blog so we can all have the pleasure of interacting together. I appreciate it.

Second, there are sure to be spoilers here. So read no further if you are concerned about that. There’s spoiler break. This is your only warning

Third, I can only allow 10 comments in a thread, so this will get messy. Begin a new comment thread and try to indicate that you’re extending the thread or discussion,
maybe quote what you’re responding to if you can. Basically, let’s have a good discussion and let’s be as organized and clear as possible.

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