BOOKS

[labellementeuse]

This is what I did with my extra fortyfive minutes this morning: unpacked all my books onto the bookshelf in the laundry. (The drier is in the garage, don't panic!)




That's about 170 books in my collection (okay, I stole some of them off my mother, but I know she won't miss them.) I estimate at least another 2-300 still at home. Of the ones here, I haven't read about twenty of them; about the same number is non-fiction (okay, maybe a little less. But The Science of Discworld COMPLETELY counts as non-fiction, right?); about the same number is poetry. Of the remaining 100, probably 60 are fantasy or YA fantasy and the rest is fiction or YA fiction. Man, going through these and unpacking them from the boxes sent me into complete joy spasms; I forgot I bought my Frances Hodgkins Burnett anthology, for example (Secret Garden, Little Princess and Little Lord Fauntleroy; the big pink book centre right on the third shelf up).

Astute readers will notice that they're, um, not terribly sorted. Maybe I'll do that this afternoon- poetry, fantasy, fiction, non-fiction. By author alphabetical or subject alphabetical for the non-fiction, because I am not quite dorky enough to implement the Dewey system at home. (Not that it would make much of a difference: sixth_light mocks me for my nonfiction "selection," which I can only respond to by mocking her fiction selection, because at least I own non-fiction. Anyway, not even she sorts her nonfiction by Dewey. I think.)

TO THE BOOKSHELVES.

ETA: DILEMMA: where do I put my Blackadder scriptbook? :O so much confusion!
ETA2.1: The Screwtape Letters: fact (theology and/or satire), fiction (not actually real letters :p) or fantasy (apprentice devils!)? discuss.
ETA 2.2: The Little Prince/le petit prince: fiction or fantasy? fact (social commentary)?

ETA 3: done and dusted (literally), and may I say, if I never have to decide again whether Tom's Midnight Garden is fantasy or fiction my life will be a lot less complicated. (I picked fiction, in the end.)

Interesting things discovered:
-I have two copies of Anne French's Wild, a poetry collection, and Tessa Duder's Songs for Alex. If you would like a copy, drop me a comment (The closer you live, the more likely you are to get it. :P)
-I have both English and French copies of The Little Prince/Le Petit Prince. I think I stole the French from my school.
-Somehow when packing up my Tessa Duders, I managed to pack only books 1 and 2 of the Tiggie trilogy. *TWITCH* I know exactly where the third is at home, too.
-I am missing the first four Narnia books. *doubletwitch* I know my LWW has long since fallen apart but I know I have the others at home somewhere. Grr.
-I bought Abhorsen a month ago and I've already misplaced it.

Well. I'm going home for the holidays in a week and a half, so I know I can replace some of these. But still. *twitchy* I may start developing a tick.

ETA 1001: now meme-ified! If you recognise a bookcover from my shelves, I will write you a drabble or short fic (in a requested fandom. If I had guts, it would be in the fandom of the book guessed, but I'm worried about some of the selections. :D)

Comments

[labellementeuse.livejournal.com]

Good job! Fandoms requested? (If you pick a series I'll do TP, I think, but DWJ and Pratchett frankly terrify me.)

And, um, yep, that's the Legends- you made me laugh about the Shadow story :P And, man, you're so right about book prices... even second hand you're looking at almost $20 for a couple of books... *sniff*

[melata-fic.livejournal.com]

(I know, It's difficult to get a handle on those characters for fanfiction. I can deal with crossovers, but little else.)

Tamora Pierce? Yeah... something to do with the ones from Winding Circle. :)

*grins* I tried to think of what story it was, but all I could remember was that he went travelling and dreamed that people called him by his other name.

*nods* There should be some cheap bookstores around, not that expensive lot that lure me in. :D That, or the library.

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*tiny horrified noise* I wrote 230 words of slightly porny Circle-fic. I can keep it far away from you if your tastes don't run to the porny (or to the Briar/Tris overtones) and write something more mild? Or I can drop it in your lap. Your choice :P

This is pretty much all that happened, except for some creepy stuff about hollow women with all their insides scooped out. Yum, yum!

[melata-fic.livejournal.com]

*grin* I think I may have to read it now, just because you've whetted my interest.

Briar/Tris... I'd either been a Niko or Crane shipper for her until now (in a slightly disturbed way), but... definitely could work, given Briar's attitude.

Mmm, hollow women. Sounds like a nightmare.

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The girls were like his sisters, Briar thought. They’d been mage kids together. He’d watched Sandry grow from the skinny twig she’d been into an elegant, poised young Lady; Daja from a solid teenager into a statuesque woman with just as much poise. And Tris-

Tris-

Tris had gone from plump and short to… plump and short, but curvy in a way her eleven-year-old self hadn’t been and Sandry and Daja never would be. And, Briar reminded himself furiously, he’d watched her get those curves, which was why he shouldn’t be doing what he was doing, shouldn’t be shoving his hands into his breeches beneath the covers and biting the pillow. Tris was scary, he shouted to himself; that lightning coming off her hair might kill a fellow easy as tickle him, and just as dangerous was the glare under those spectacles he knew so well, the ones the light glinted off as she taught him how to read, book cupped in her hands. Brass spectacles, glare, hair, that was Tris, bustling ahead of them all in the market, curled in a chair or standing on the roof of the house, skirts flapping and rain soaking her because she hadn’t worn Sandry’s special dresses because she liked the rain, material soaking wet and clinging to her- ah, curse it, Tris and she’d look around and smile at him-

-ah, Coppercurls—

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Um. o.O first porn ever (okay, no actual sex here, but still.) I kind of... um. Yeah, sorry!

Oh, man, I just adore the concept of Briar/Tris, though. Even if I can't execute it successfully-- she taught him how to read! He canonically likes plump girls! They're very emotional in The Power in the Storm (Tris' book. Seriously it's all grey-green eyes and shared love of books and he would never lie to her...!)

Actually I think it was myffic- the hulgin or something? Still, myths, nightmares, what's the diff?

[melata-fic.livejournal.com]

Love. It's... good, in that it's not too much about the guilt and stuff, and yet you can totally tell what he's up to. And the run-on sentences... yes. There's his voice in there, too.

I do love it quite a bit, though I think the two probably have to spend some more time apart, sadly. And there's the way he knows her the best out of the others, and flirts shamelessly with all other girls but them (this is always good indicator).

I must reread that book. I'm always sure there's one I haven't read yet, though I have. Has just been too long.

Hmm... probably... oh. Was there something to do with crazy family? And the wood woman? But my first thought was of Sandman, with the nightmare creatures that looked all hollow inside in a different way. I don't think there is much difference, with Neil Gaiman. He's that good. :)

[labellementeuse.livejournal.com]

*g* Well, I tried. I was kind of so terrified that this was the first thing I thought of when I thought of Circle-fic (but can you blame me? She spent the whole of Will of the Empress saying how they were all like SISTERS. SIBLINGS. TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY NOTHING THERE. Protesteth too much, much? I mean, I intellectually know that she's probably right (except ten years old is not really... hm) and that they genuinely do think solely platonically about each other, but I can't help it, that kind of signal just smacks of denial to me. And I am, as I said, devoted to Briar/Tris) Anyway I was so terrified I sort of closed my eyes and typed and hit save before I chickened out. :O

I do love it quite a bit, though I think the two probably have to spend some more time apart, sadly. And there's the way he knows her the best out of the others, and flirts shamelessly with all other girls but them (this is always good indicator).

And they fight a lot. I mean, seriously, this is Tamora Pierce we're talking about, cast-iron signals much? In Storm what I was thinking of was when Briar picks the lock on Tris' cousin's trunk and then the mist comes down and he's in her bedroom (kidding, I know they're 11 there) and she honestly has Tris "meeting his grey-green eyes" and remembering how she's teaching him to read and he looks like he's going to love reading as much as she does (which I love about Briar. I just love Briar and Tris a lot in general, apart as well as together... the whole Circle too. Actually the series. It would definitely be my favourite, and wow, now I'm filled with love and have to re-read will.)

omg too many parentheses. And apparently there isn't a single Tammy Ship Manifesto, how 'bout that...

[melata-fic.livejournal.com]

It was good. :) In a stream-of-consciousness way.

And I don't blame you. It would have been cathartic, a little, too. *grin*

Mmm. Yeah, it's all about the characters, too. And I have to find the books again... hmm. Three for Two sale @ Borders, here I come. :D DD, DWJ, and TP. *nods firmly* Perfect.

No ship manifesto? There's one for Four/Romana, there ought to be one for Tamora Pierce fiction.