Top Ten Tuesday – Authors I Want to Meet at RT Convention Dallas 2015

Top Ten Tuesday is an original feature/weekly meme created here by the The Broke and the Bookish.  Each week, there is a new Top Ten list that The Broke and the Bookish and other bloggers will answer. If you want to join in the book-related fun, feel free. Just be sure to link back to The Broke and the Bookish on your Top Ten Tuesday post AND add your name to the Linky widget over at The Broke and the Bookish so that others can find your post and you can find other. Because really, what’s better than talking books with kindred souls?

This week’s prompt is Ten Authors I REALLY Want To Meet.  This was actually kind of a hard post for me because I have been very fortunate to meet several of my very favorite authors (Neil Gaiman, Ilona Andrews, Ann Aguirre, even George RR Martin).  Given that I am currently in Dallas for the RT Convention, I chose to focus this blog on the 10 authors I hope to meet at this year’s convention.  (I’d also like to point out – the RT Convention is a fantastic place to meet and actually get to know a whole bunch of authors.) Here are 10 authors I’m hoping to meet at this year’s convention: (more…)

Review: Ready Player One

Ready Player One
Ready Player One by Ernest Cline

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I absolutely adored this book from start to finish. It had me completely hooked when I understood there would be references to pop culture of the 80’s and when it references Dead Man’s Party I was beyond excited. It just got better from there. And the few times I started to question something, I was pleasantly surprised to find my questions answered in the very next chapter. I loved the diversity in the characters and the accurate representation of friendships that can develop in online communities.

It’s a brilliant book that both celebrates and cautions online communities. I think everyone can find something they enjoy in this book.

PS Who else is dying to go to dancing at the Distracted Globe?

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Reading Challenge – Joining the Classics Club

While exploring other book blogs (Perpetual Page Turner, Bout of Books, and more), I came across The Classics Club.  The idea behind this group is very simple – to increase awareness and discussion of classics across the web. It appealed to me immediately because I have always loved the classics and intended to read many more (a Russian literature binge anyone?). So given my goal to increase my book blogging in 2015, I decided to join.

I’ve chosen 50 Classics that I want to read before December 31, 2019 (five years is the maximum length for this challenge and I’m going with that due to my other reading challenges). So here’s my list: (more…)

Neil Gaiman’s New Book – The Ocean At The End Of The Lane

cover of The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil GaimanI received my copy a day early. For whatever reason. I was ecstatic. I had seen the tracking notice that the book was out for delivery and as a result spent all day at work eagerly anticipating diving into it. But as I open the package when I arrived home and saw it really, truly there in my hands, I couldn’t start to read it. I suddenly knew the exact feeling Patrick Rothfuss described in his blog post about this book.

This is the first book of Neil Gaiman’s that I’ve gotten upon release. I was late to the magic magnificence that is Neil Gaiman. American Gods was the first Gaiman book I read.  I embarked upon that masterpiece as part of a giant group twitter read. I loved it. And I loved reading it with a community and discussing it I the short 140 character bursts. I was hooked.  I’d always loved the movie stardust and vaguely knew it was written by Neil Gaiman, but I’d never read it. After American Gods, I read Stardust and I read Anansi Boys. And then I convinced my book club to read Neverwhere (which sadly, was the wrong book to use to introduce my book club friends to Gaiman).  I started following him on twitter and tumblr. I read The Graveyard Book. And I eagerly anticipated the release of The Ocean at the End of the Lane.

Last night, after opening the package, I carried the book with me everywhere. It was next to me as a watched a documentary on HBO. I absentmindedly caressed the raised letters on the cover as I watched. I read the inside and outside book jackets. I read the dedication and the opening epigraph, but I could not bring myself to start the book. It was partially a fear of being disappointed, but it wasn’t really that because I’d seen enough nondescript reviews to know I’d love it. It was more the fear that I would read it too quickly and once it was read it couldn’t be unread. There is only one chance to read a book the first time.

And so late last night, I started to read. As I read the prologue, I felt tears stream down my cheeks because just in the first few pages I understood something and felt something. I knew the book related to Neil’s own childhood past in some ways (inspiration and the beginnings of a story).  The references to slowly grasping and remembering childhood memories which once were so real and vibrant but over time had faded to nothing.  I’ve experienced that and have wanted to experience more of that. I read the prologue and felt my chest tighten, my throat close, and the tears began to flow more steadily. I stopped reading after the prologue.

There is magic in this book and I want to savor all 178 pages of it. I know I’ll end up finishing it sooner rather than later (and I’ll post my full thoughts on the book when I do), but I’ve broken the barrier. I’m ready to read this beautiful story and feel all the magic it has to offer me. And something tells me I’ll be reading it more than once.