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Music is never about music. If it was, we’d be writing songs about guitars.
Silver in the Wood, by Emily Tesh
"We call them Bunnies because that is what they call each other. Seriously. Bunny. Example: Hi, Bunny! Hi, Bunny! What did you do last night, Bunny? I hung out with you, Bunny. Remember, Bunny? That's right, Bunny, you hung out with me and it was the best time I ever had. Bunny, I love you. I love you, Bunny." Bunny was one of my favorite books of the year. Follow loner grad student Samantha as she's suddenly sucked into a whole other world; the world of the Bunnies. When invited to join the casual writing workshop the other women in her class host after hours, Samantha doesn't know whether to be excited to finally be included or contemptuous of their girlish clique behavior. Her indecision only grows stronger the deeper into the bunnies' lair she goes, finding both solidarity and friendship along with horror and scornful selfishness. As Samantha slowly starts losing herself and her foundations, she questions what in her life is real and what she wants to make real. Reading this is like reading one of those weird teen movies from the '80s, like Weird Science or Heathers. In fact, with the hidden venom girl clique, blase feel towards death and horror, and the overall iconic sense of style, it feels like Bunny is paying one helluva tribute towards Heathers. I mean, come on, Samantha's middle name is even Heather. The story is focusing on group of ladies that could be classified as both women and girls, and they act accordingly; struggling to be modern and feminist, to stand in solidarity while still pitting against each other, to be strong and independent while still wanting companionship so badly you're willing to make a guy the Frankenstein way out of rabbits. What's a girl to do? Awad also weaves such intricate details through the book that leave you gasping in shock at the end, then going back to reread it all and seeing what you missed. Surreal in a way that's just so close to reality, you spend the entire book thinking you're losing your mind right alongside Samantha.
Good Omens, Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, 1990
Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov, 1928 -1940
I have read so many books on the old gods, tarots, all the spooky old myth stuff and by god I love. You got to admit, though, like every genre some stories are better than others. After reading so many of the same, sometimes it’s hard to find something original again. So when I picked up Bryan Camp’s City of Lost Fortunes ten minutes before the library closed, I didn’t have high hopes.
God, does it feel good to be wrong.