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Currently reading: Kingsolver, Flight Behaviour; Ignatiev, How the Irish Became White; Mantel, Bring Up the Bodies (as audiobook); anthology called 'Getting Bi'.
Recently finished:
Hawkeye, Vol. 2: Little Hits by Matt Fraction
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
This was depressing! The bit entirely from Lucky's POV was entertaining, but mostly, this was five episodes of 'Clint Barton fucks up repeatedly and the women around him get fed up about it'. Which is fine! They OUGHT to be fed up, he is very annoying! But it was less fun to read than 'Clint and Kate save the day and Clint adores Kate the end'.
L.M. Montgomery, Emily of New Moon, Emily Climbs and Emily's Quest: a lovely re-read. This trilogy is so much better planned-out than the Anne books, and the characterisation more consistent. I loved them when I was young and love them still. However: Dean Priest is a creeper. This is a fact, and a disturbing fact too. He was written into book one with his role in book three already in mind. Creeeeeper. Teddy, on the other hand, remains sort of wet. I like the emphasis on their shared ambition, but she shares so very *little* with Teddy - not just in the third book, all the way along he gets little screen time, and we are told, rather than shown, that she likes him best, etc.
L.M. Montgomery, Pat of Silverbush, Mistress Pat: Ugh. Lucy Maud did get increasingly classist the older she got, didn't she? I get the feeling the Silverbush people would look down their noses at Anne. The first of these books is OK, fairly cute for what it is. The second is a hot mess. I cannot, cannot countenance the romantic plotline - it's a rehash of Emily/Dean Emily/Teddy, done badly. At least some effort was put into convincing us Emily was romantically interested in Teddy. Pat is... startlyingly and outstandingly aromantic, really. I don't know how else to read her desire to be a homebody but lack of desire to set up nesting with a family of her own, if not a rebellion against compulsory romance. And it would have been so *easy* to achieve that for her: there was a hitherto unmentioned servant cited as a reason she wasn't needed as housekeeper at her parents' new home. Remove the servant. Not have mother have a miraculous recovery. Have the maiden aunt fall ill and Pat move in with the bachelor uncle & said aunt as housekeeper. ANYTHING. UGH.
Devil's Food by Kerry Greenwood
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
This was pretty good fun! Light, insubstantial, and occasionally weirder about food/weight than you'd expect for a book which is *literally about the evils of the diet industry*.
Up Next: An Alice Monroe, and maybe Jo Walton's Among Others
Recently finished:

My rating: 3 of 5 stars
This was depressing! The bit entirely from Lucky's POV was entertaining, but mostly, this was five episodes of 'Clint Barton fucks up repeatedly and the women around him get fed up about it'. Which is fine! They OUGHT to be fed up, he is very annoying! But it was less fun to read than 'Clint and Kate save the day and Clint adores Kate the end'.
L.M. Montgomery, Emily of New Moon, Emily Climbs and Emily's Quest: a lovely re-read. This trilogy is so much better planned-out than the Anne books, and the characterisation more consistent. I loved them when I was young and love them still. However: Dean Priest is a creeper. This is a fact, and a disturbing fact too. He was written into book one with his role in book three already in mind. Creeeeeper. Teddy, on the other hand, remains sort of wet. I like the emphasis on their shared ambition, but she shares so very *little* with Teddy - not just in the third book, all the way along he gets little screen time, and we are told, rather than shown, that she likes him best, etc.
L.M. Montgomery, Pat of Silverbush, Mistress Pat: Ugh. Lucy Maud did get increasingly classist the older she got, didn't she? I get the feeling the Silverbush people would look down their noses at Anne. The first of these books is OK, fairly cute for what it is. The second is a hot mess. I cannot, cannot countenance the romantic plotline - it's a rehash of Emily/Dean Emily/Teddy, done badly. At least some effort was put into convincing us Emily was romantically interested in Teddy. Pat is... startlyingly and outstandingly aromantic, really. I don't know how else to read her desire to be a homebody but lack of desire to set up nesting with a family of her own, if not a rebellion against compulsory romance. And it would have been so *easy* to achieve that for her: there was a hitherto unmentioned servant cited as a reason she wasn't needed as housekeeper at her parents' new home. Remove the servant. Not have mother have a miraculous recovery. Have the maiden aunt fall ill and Pat move in with the bachelor uncle & said aunt as housekeeper. ANYTHING. UGH.

My rating: 3 of 5 stars
This was pretty good fun! Light, insubstantial, and occasionally weirder about food/weight than you'd expect for a book which is *literally about the evils of the diet industry*.
Up Next: An Alice Monroe, and maybe Jo Walton's Among Others