Literacy rules

All day , every day, it seems we have someone else’s agendas shoved down our throats.  Someone else’s religion, another person’s politics, then this person butts in with their Just Cause…..it’s exhausting and I can’t even keep up with what my family believes in anymore, let alone what all my “friends” believe.

So to escape, there are books.  So many books, and as a parent of two under 4, there certainly is not enough time to flip through them all.  So to say that I have a strict vetting system is to be quite obvious.  They can’t cost too much, because apparently we have bills to pay, or whatever. They can’t be too juvenile, because I am 31 now and some of the teenage whining is just too much, even for me.  They can’t have trolls.  I don’t know what it is, but something about trolls just seems like a cop out to me.  It’s way too childish.  Yes, I read about vampires, werewolves, and Fae.  A witch or two. Dystopian, even .  But nope, the only author I allowed to have trolls was Chanda Hahn, and that’s simply because she had me hook, line, and sinker long before she brought out the troll. I mean Jerad? Come on, he was pretty great.

So anyway, I figured if I could be of no other use at the moment, I could help with some book selections.  As per my previous post, I obviously love the Throne of Glass collection.  It’s a series I can read over and over when I’m in the mood for serious sass, daggers, and magic.  It’s quite an extensive read, so I need time to dedicate to it, which usually means I have a few weeks between anticipated book releases.

“Ghost Bird” and “Scarab Beetle” are a couple other series I can re-read time and again. However, for these, I have to have a little more time, as they are more like Halloween candy.  I can race through them like water and it becomes ALL. I. Think. About.  Unfortunately, I’ve hit a wall on both these series as we are waiting for the next book in both.  Warning, if the thought of polyamorous relationships makes your stomach turn, best to steer clear of these books. But I’m telling you, you’re missing out on a lot of cute, and a whole lot of feel goods and “Oh holy gargoyles, what the fresh hell is this?” exclamations.

There are a few books I’ve tried here and there that just don’t grab me.  I try to wait it out, I wait for the plot, or the characters to gain some layers, or possibly even an interesting beheading.  Sometimes it doesn’t happen, and happily sometimes it does.  The book I am currently reading is called “Jewel”, by Amy Ewing.  I’ve not made it far into the book yet, but like so many like it, entering I felt a little lost. Every character knows what’s going on, but I’ve arrived late to the party and don’t quite know any one yet.  However, the book is one of the rare ones that flows very easily.  We get a good insight  on the main character without it reading like a bio. So far, the premise is that the main character, Violet, has tested positive when she hit puberty for a gene that allows her to bear children.  Her and her family are dirt poor, and live on the edges of the actual society.  There are separate rings to this world, and the inner most are the celebrities.  For whatever reason, the celebrities cannot bear their own children, so they take girls from the poor rings and force them to have their children for them.  So for the past 4 year, Violet, now only known as 197 during the auction for the uber rich folk, has been learning how to harness certain abilities. So far all I’ve been able to glean about these abilities is that these kids are able to manipulate objects.  Such as, changing the shape, color, etc.  She’s been fed, clothed, taught, but also taken completely from her family, only to get to visit them one more time before auction, and I’m assuming to never see them again.  I’m apprehensive on where the story will go from here.  Even after all that has happened to her and her family, Violet is naïve and extremely trusting of those who are carting her away from her family and selling her like cattle to breed for rich folks.  Maybe I’m being overly cynical in my old age, or maybe I don’t want to waste time on another book that’s only going to make me wish the pages would fly by faster.  I guess time will tell.

The Day of Ugh

So, I had a whole post made up earlier.  It was political.  It was witty.  It was heart wrenching.  In essence, it was truly a masterpiece.  And then my stupid computer froze on me and I had no choice but to force shut down the tab. Sooo, yeeeahhh…..

So instead of the entire rant I had going about how ignorant my own community is when it comes to women’s rights and what that actually entails, I think I will go into a more zen area for me. And by Zen, I mean passion. And by area, I mean universe.

The universe of books!!

I believe the first book series I want to write about is the Throne of Glass series.

I actually got the first book of the series for maybe $2.99 on iBooks.  I was actually very reluctant to read it.  Right after my son, my eldest, was born, there was a period of maybe two or three months where he would sleep like the dead.  He never did the whole “wake up 15 times a night” thing.  Once he went down, he was out for the night.  So as a happy consequence of that, I had a lot of alone time to myself at night. My husband is a pipefitter and spends many, many months on the road, so alone time is not unheard of for me.

So anyway, I went through books like water.  It was during this time that I discovered the Mortal Instruments books, “The Catastrophic Story of You and Me”, anything Anne Stuart, and also, Sarah J Maas.

When reading the very beginning of the first book (not the novellas, I found those much later), I was quite annoyed.  This chick, man. She was cocky as hell, just so sure she could kill everyone around her, while shackled and malnourished. They were all armed. They manhandled her like a child, and SHE truly believed she had one over on them? Psh, please.  I did NOT want to read yet another book with a protagonist who felt way more superior than they had any right to.  I mean, that shit had to be earned, and she so has not deserved it.  She had been captured for the love of gods!! What kind of badass would get captured and STILL think they’re a badass, unless they’re delusional or just plain stupid.

Then, oh and then. This goddamn yellow-tressed, mouthy as hell superstar Did Her Thang.  She trained so hard she puked. Daily.  She sparred with men three times her size and she walked away laughing, even if inside she was in so much pain she could barely breathe.  She flitted around so much and in such an intelligent way that the damn King’s son, the damn Prince of Ardalon, trusts her to roam around and spend free time with him. In fact he requests it, much to the chagrin of his bestie and PIC Chaol.  And oh, Chaol. Just as transparent as damn cellophane.  And sometimes just as bright. But loyalty, thy name is Chaol, because through every twist and turn and strange occurrence, Chaol is as loyal as a Labrador.

So she wins this competition, right? The King, whom it is later reveled is the reason our great warrior princess is an orphan, needs a “Champion”.  The reasons for this is sketchy at best, but Celeana needs to stay free from the camp she was just bounced from, by none other than the Prince.  It was a big loud, FUCK YOU to his daddy.  Celeana Sardothian.  The Ardalon Assassin.  Known far and wide for getting the mark and keeping it clean. No one even knew she was a girl.  They all assumed she was a boy.

So in the midst of this very fucked up competition, so many secrets are reveled and even more are hinted at.  AT this point, we don’t know who we can trust, who we can love and if most of the people involved even know what the actual fuck is going on.  It turns out, they don’t.  Not one of them knows anything.  There’s foreign princesses and some creature called a Vlag and dead royalty coming back to pave the path for the future and FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CELEANA SARDOTHIAN IS FAE AND QUEEN OF A GODDAMN KINGDOM!

Then, then, then,….we meet Rowan. Celeana is hurt. She has been betrayed.  She is so fucking fragile she can’t even breathe without feeling like she is going to break. In comes this massive, gorgeous, dangerous as hell Fae warrior.  He’s so lethal and edgy and angry and just, empty.  He’s been through some shit and her shit ain’t mixing right with his.  They clash more than polka dots and stripes.  They are mixing like oil and water, or quite possibly like fire and ice.  Their elements they control are on total ends of the spectrum and it shows in the way they interact. Except….nope.  Except, maybe…..nope. Oh, look, now they are punching each other. Oh, shit, he just bit her! Wait, did he say he wouldn’t have if he thought she really was taken by another male? Was that just a lesson in Fae customs, or had he actually been thinking about her relationship status?

Then comes more snark, and Chaol’s world crumbles further because he JUST CANT PICK A DAMN SIDE, and Dorian, our wonderful Prince hiding  a magical power of ice, becomes inthralled by a Vlag . And then there’s a damn Crochen witch that we readers just look at like, “Who duh fuck is this? What the hell is she doing in this story? Oh, she’s just here to be yet more evil in a hopeless situation. Cool, got it”

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE!  This damn witch then starts pulling on our heartstrings! She’s all, “Blood and virgins! Blood of the innocent! We are all about pain and sex, blah blah blah” Then suddenly she’s like, “Wait, that’s a poor defenseless creature, about to be killed by my giant creature I chose as my own warrior steed because he strutted like a damn peacock. Oh hell’s bells the smaller creature saved my life, so I must save it! Aaaaand now the tiny bait creature is mine as punishment and OH HOLY HELL IT’S SMELLING FLOWERS INSTEAD OF KILLING TO EAT”. The best bit is, we know from that point, she loves him, and he loves her.  And for whatever reason, we like that for this bloodthirsty little witch.

Wait, what have we here. Celeana and Rowan….working together? Yeah it lasts for a whole minute, but it was there! It happened! We saw it!!!

So if you’ve made it this far and still know what I’m talking about, you’ve obviously already read the books.  If you haven’t, you really should.

I want to take a minute to discuss this whole “Mate” situation.  I cannot be the only one who thought from the beginning that Celeana and Rowan were mates.  I didn’t know how, I didn’t know if it would ever come to fruition, but I just knew they had to be.  Maybe Mala granted it, or maybe because she was from such a strong family line on both sides it would overcome the first “mating”. It was obvious they would be carramon.  But with carramon, they just have to be mates, too, right? That makes the most sense!

Of course later we learn about that bitch Maeve and how she tampered with the mating bond on all involved, including the poor innocent girl that was killed simply because she was in the wrong spot at the wrong time. Our hearts break with Rowan as he constantly fights with himself and basically self-flagellates because he thinks he is betraying the love of his soul, only to find out she was never the one for him.  It was always going to be the Queen, and though he knew he was just Maeves pawn, this took it to a whole new level when she paired him specifically with Celeana. But just for a moment, let’s talk about the absolute power it took to break and create a new bond like that.  That bitch is a hideous monster, but we keep hearing about how old she is and how she uses these others that are bonded to her to do her dirty work.  WE think of something like that as lazy, getting complacent, not as powerful as they once were, getting old and frailer. But I mean, this bitch tampered with universal powers. It terrifying to think of what’s to come. What will happen once she gets Aelin to her home base, locked in a box full of iron. Our only hope is that Maeve underestimates the power of the true bond, the carramon, and all around real love that Rowan and Aelin share.  As well as the power of familial bonds, friendship bonds…..it’s all coming to a head and I just don’t think Maeve stayed in touch with the rest of the world to know what she really is up against.  She’s so use to controlling and manipulating that once the realm of the known for her is gone, she’s going to have to rely on nothing but her power and the few she has left bonded to her.  She doesn’t remember what having real family is like, what mate bonds are like.  To her it’s all so superficial and nothing to fear. But really, it’s what everyone should fear messing with. And I for one cannot wait to watch Maeve fail. That bitch got to go. Oh, and the Vlag, too, of course.

The beginning of quite possibly the End

Well, here we are.. It’s the year 2017 and I have finally joined the world wide web.  I’m still not quite sure what I can contribute to society as a whole with any thought that enters my head.  Though the thoughts are mine alone, I’m not sure that they are unique in any way to those already out there.  Perhaps I’m just possibly giving a voice to the thoughts that run through this mind.  Maybe someone out there needs help expressing their own thoughts that are similar to mine

I don’t know.  I kind of figure we are all just wandering around, a little aimlessly, some more so than others, mayhaps we can bump into each other and share some ideas.  Have some titillating conversations.  Share knowledge and wisdom.  See things from perspectives that rivals our own.

Any who, that was kind of a downer.  I started this mostly because my husband planted the seed into my brain.  Why couldn’t I do this? As an outlet.  As another vehicle for creativity? Just maybe it will help my writing.  Or give me a network.  Or maybe no one will ever discover this and it will be my quiet corner.

Just in case someone does stumble across this, I should forewarn you that my ramblings can be over quite a few different areas.  Because of my degrees in science I’m quite passionate about hot topics like climate change, vaccines, new cancer research, diabetes, and the like.

I also have quite a stake in feminism.  Not because I’m a woman, but because I like to think I’m a decent human being.

I am a farm girl, so while I’m all about keeping animals safe and happy, I’m also usually not on the same side as PETA as most people have never visited a family farm and therefore have no idea what they are talking about.  That being said, I am not a fan of corporate farming practices.  The only thing they have going for them is that they do feed the masses.

I have grown up to be way more political than I ever thought I would be. I grew up in a time when things weren’t horrible.  My first election I remember was Clinton, and I also remember the upswing in the economy, as well as the impeachment.  But there was still a sense of everything just being good.  Now, it seems to all be messed up and I just don’t even know any more.

Lastly, I am a geek.  I am a nerd.  I grew up when people like me and my friends were made fun of in Hollywood movies.  We were fortunate enough that we are from a very small town, so no one really cared.  We were too small for actual cliques and crazy bullying.  We just straight up didn’t allow it to happen around us and since we had all grown up together, we stuck together.  But had I gone to a bigger school, I would’ve been at the bottom of the totem pole.  Star Wars, Star Trek (the movies and multiple tv shows), Quantum Leap, videos games, computer programming (just basics, calm down), that was our jam. Sure we partied occasionally, some more than others, but we also spent more time playing PlayStation and Sega, or even watching the latest Disney or Pixar movie.  Yeah, we were those geeks.  Geeks who grew up to be scientists, welders, pipefitters, teachers, firefighters…covered in tattoos and piercings.

So to be frank, this blog is going to be quite the meshing of so many thoughts, some may even end up being contradictory.  We all have so many facets to ourselves that sometimes they just don’t quite get along.

Lastly, I am a reader.  Through and through.  I read everything I can get my hands on and I am a die hard perfectionist when it comes to all these other little universes created.  For example, Harry Potter.  Die hard fan.  So in love with the books that my husband and I once spent an 8 hour road trip debating Harry Potter politics. I’m not the biggest fan of the movies, because SO MUCH pertinent information was left at the road side.  But yes, I still own them. Regular and Blu-Ray.  “Mortal Instruments”…again, love the books, even if Clary is so frustratingly clueless at times. But the movie? I mean, yeah I own it. But it’s at the back of my dvd collection hidden like men hide the porn they are ashamed to let anyone know they enjoy (lets be fair, women have weird sexual quirks too). The tv show I have to use it as background noise because it hurts my eyes to watch.  The acting is so atrocious and the plot line? Who the hell thought any of these changes were GOOD changes? <sigh> In case you’re lost, I tend to go off on tangents quite frequently.  I do it in real life, too, but it’s easier to stop when you can actually see people’s eye glaze over.  On a screen it’s so much harder to gauge.

Well, I guess that wraps us up for the day. My husband has taken the youngest heathen outside to keep her from pulling on me while I typed, and the oldest heathen is finished with his school work and has snuck the ipad for Tiny Toons cartoons. It’s now officially time to be a Momma again.