Kay, Guy Gavriel
Kellogg, Marjorie B.
King, Laurie R.
There might be some gushing in this post. Just a little bit. You have been warned.
Guy Gavriel Kay has been recommended to me a bunch of times, so he was put on my wishlist last year. When I happened to find River of Stars on the shelf at a local bookstore when I went back home for the holidays, I just had to have it. Of course, it helped that my brother was paying as punishment for not bothering to buy the older sister he hadn’t seen in over two years anything for Christmas. How rude!
I’m a little bit in love with John Keats–don’t tell me I can’t love a dead man! He wrote some damn good poetry, had a tragic life, and he was handsome! Between his birth on Halloween (possibly) and his death at the age of twenty-five, Keats wrote arguably some of the best poems of the romantic period, perhaps rivaled only by Wordsworth and Coleridge. My personal favorite is and always will be Ode to a Nightingale (which emo me read all kinds of pain in). Like most of his family, Keats died of tuberculosis, in the arms of his best friend–a painter by the name of Joseph Severn (and naughty me imagines all sorts of extra bits in that relationship). His last request was that he be buried under a tombstone with no name or date, only the epitaph, “Here lies One whose Name was writ in Water” in reference to his poetry having been given a frosty reception by critics during his life. If only he could have known how popular his works would become after his death.
I haven’t read Marjorie B. Kellogg‘s The Dragon Quartet yet. I bought it back when I binge bought everything that said ‘dragon’ in the title, or had a dragon-looking thing on the cover. It still looks good to read to this day.
If I had read a synopsis for One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest before picking up the novel, I likely wouldn’t have read it. There’s something about stories that feature forcible incapacitation–mental especially– that get under my skin. It’s probably better that I didn’t know what I was getting into. Ken Kessy wrote the book very well. The voice and narration is incredible, and unreliable in all the right places for the reader to understand what is actually going on. In the end, I did enjoy it to a degree but it was still a difficult book for me to get through.
Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes is another book that has been recommended to me a lot by friends. I haven’t read it yet, but it’s still got it’s place on my bookshelf, so that counts for something. It escaped the sad purge of books I needed to go through when I moved to Japan.
Laurie R. King‘s God of the Hive is on my reading list for 2014, though I’m not sure how much I’m going to enjoy it. The main character is supposedly the wife of Sherlock Holmes, which sort of twists the latter character out of shape a little bit. In any case, it’s on my shelf, and so it deserves a read. This is another book that was gifted from a friend during her own purge.
Finally, Ellen Kushner sits within my top five favorite authors. Her novel Swordspoint is in my top three favorite books and I still remember it with fondness and giggles. I’m itching to go back and read the entire series again, but new books need to take precedent over old ones until I can figure out how to wire books directly into my brain.
I’ve got a bunch of K authors here but I sure could use some more. Have any recommendations for me? Let me know in the comments.