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Monthly Archives: February 2013

So I’m flying to Boston all by my lonesome. Lots of people hate flying, and while I don’t much like the take off or the landing part, I love the hours and hours of time to myself. I’m surrounded by people but perfectly alone. I plan to enjoy overpriced fancy coffee and bring a stack of books, one for every mood. Books on a plane 2.0: Launch!

The Elements of Style by William Strunk JR and E.B. White.
Why, you ask? Because it’s considered the quintessential writing manual, and I own a copy, and it’s less than 100 pages long, but I’ve never read the whole thing. Bad writer. Very bad.  Dorothy Parker is quoted as saying: “If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second-greatest favor you can do them is to present them with copies of ‘The Elements of Style.’ The first-greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they’re happy.”  So, perhaps I’ll put off the shooting and skip to the reading.

Rachel Rising trade paperback 1: The Shadow of Death, by Terry Moore
When I get sick of non-fiction, I can enjoy Terry Moore’s fabulous artwork, and even more awesome storytelling. Never read anything by Terry Moore? You should. He writes and illustrates his own comics, about people. Not superheros, but people… who sometimes have superpowers. Nevermind, he’s hard to explain, just go find one of his books.

Writing The Other

Writing the Other A Practical Approach by Nisi Shawl and Cynthia Ward.
More non-fiction about writing, but it sounds super useful. I want to write about people who aren’t exactly like me, but I want to do it respectfully, and hopefully this will help.

Stardust by Neil Gaiman, illustrated by Charles Vess.
Again, when I get sick of nonfiction, pretty pictures and a love story by Neil Gaiman. *sigh* I love his writing so. And when he narrates his audiobooks. *sigh*

Moving on.

Twenty Boy Summer by Sarah Ockler.
My banned teen book, actually banned in some middle America school library because the teenagers were having the sex with the condoms! And so, I must read it.

Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss.
Patrick Rothfuss will be coming to the Tucson Festival of Books, and I’ve had the pleasure of helping to arrange this. This book has been recommended to my many times as a fantastic new fantasy, but it’s a thick book and I’ve been putting it off. No more. I intend to read this book the way John Scalzi did: angrily on a plane. In paper brick format.

Thief of Time by Terry Pratchett.
In case I need some comedy relief, Terry Pratchett is one of my go-tos. He never lets me down.

And in case you’re wondering, I will be dragging all of these with me in old fashioned paper format.  Dedication=adding 20 extra pounds to your carry-on.  So wish me a safe flight, and I hope if you’re reading this, you found at least one new book you wanted to read. 🙂