... to be titled "This didn't annoy me.", with possible subcategories of "this book only annoyed me a bit" and "this annoyed the shit out of me but to my bafflement I still appear to extremely impatient for the sequel to come out".
Brought to you by once again finding myself describing Max Gladstone as "not annoying", when it might be more informative to say "he's writing about trans stuff and recovery from serious injury stuff and he just keeps getting it right to the extent that I had to reread to be sure I'd correctly understood the entire lack of awful, and then I burst into tears on the celeriac".
Brought to you by once again finding myself describing Max Gladstone as "not annoying", when it might be more informative to say "he's writing about trans stuff and recovery from serious injury stuff and he just keeps getting it right to the extent that I had to reread to be sure I'd correctly understood the entire lack of awful, and then I burst into tears on the celeriac".