Hugo notes

[kaberett]

To be added to as I go along...

Best Novel (Stross yet to go):
1. Ancillary Justice, Ann Leckie -- it is a very long time since I last had to immediately reread a book because I couldn't settle to anything else. So so SO good. SO GOOD.
2. the Mira Grant: I thought anything written under than name would be too creepy for me, but (1) apparently not and (2) adoradog. To the extent that, slightly to my surprise, I appear to be intending to purchase the full work. Having read the whole thing - yes, it's kind of predictable, but I still like what it's doing with ethics & identity.
3. Neptune's Brood, Charles Stross -- not sufficiently grabbed to want to read the whole thing, but enjoyed as far as I got. Peut-etre it becomes more interesting as you go along? But I am not inclined to buy the rest...
4. Wheel of Time, Robert Jordan etc -- kind of pulpy in a way I am thoroughly not in the mood for. I appear prone to be irritated by inaccurate geology, so I suppose it's a pity that it pretty much starts with implausible geology.
4. No award
Unranked: The White Supremacist -- nope nope nope nope nope [i.e. I got two pages into the first book of the trilogy before I decided I didn't want my face getting stuck that way, and also I liked lower heart rates than I was experiencing).

Comments

[kaberett]

oh oh oh oh ow:

Words failed him. After a moment of staring soundlessly out the windshield, he slammed his fists into the steering wheel.

It was such an abrupt motion that I didn't see it coming. I shrieked, flattening myself against the car door. If we'd been moving at all, I probably would have fainted again. As it was, the traffic was at a standstill, and I was able to keep myself awake.

Nathan looked instantly contrite as soon as he realized what he had done. Wincing, he said, "I'm sorry, Sal. I didn't mean to scare you. I just... she... fuck."

I took a deep breath, trying to force my frantically beating heart to calm down. It was funny; at moments like this, my heartbeat didn't sound like drums at all. It just sounded like being afraid of the world.

Once I was sure I could talk again without throwing up, I said, "Don't do that in the car, okay? If you do that in the car again, I'm going to have to get out." I wasn't sure I didn't need to do that anyway. This was the second time in the same week that Nathan had taken his hands off the wheel, and that was something I couldn't handle.

[umadoshi]

Ohh, SAL. ;_;