me: *starts tearing up for the tenth time during the return of the king* here we go again
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me: *starts tearing up for the tenth time during the return of the king* here we go again
"Romance? Your brains will go soft with that mush. You'll end up more fit for tending flower gardens than for running confidence games."
"Well," said Jean "I shall be sure to criticize your reading habits, Master Kosta [Locke], should I ever see your develop any."
"I have read quite a bit!"
"History and biography, mostly what Chains prescribed to you."
"What could possibly be wrong with those subjects?"
"As for history, we are living in its ruins. And as for biographies, we are living with the consequences of all the decisions ever made in them. I tend not to read them for pleasure. It's not unlike carefully scrutinizing the map when one has already reached the destination."
"But romances aren't real and surely never were. Doesn't that take away some of the savor?"
"What an interesting choice of words. 'Not real and never were.' Could there be any more appropriate literature for men of our profession? Why are you always so averse to fiction when we've made it our meal ticket?"
"I live in the real world," said Locke, "and my methods are of the real world. They are, just as you say, a profession. A practicality, not some romantic whim."
Jean set the book down before him and tapped its cover. "This is where we are headed Thorn—or at least you are. Look for us in history books and you'll find us in the margins. Look for us in legends and you might just find us celebrated."
– Red Seas Under Read Skies (2007), by Scott Lynch.
-Revenant Gun
i just finished the delirium trilogy and lemme say that even though i liked the message of the books, the last book is shit. lauren oliver left the characters hanging. i mean what the fuck happened to raven and tack? and hana just wandered on the streets and that’s it? i wanted to know if fred really died cause that piece of shit was the spawn of satan. and julian? my poor baby he was the most tortured in the whole goddamn book. and i HATE that in pandemonium he seemed a strong character and in requiem she made him weak and everyone had to protect him. i was like: “excuse you, what the fuck is this shit?”. and don’t even get me started on lena and alex. maybe i shipped them, but in the end both were annoying as fuck. this isn’t an open ending, this is shit.
The Black Fleet Crisis Part 1
Let’s talk about my second most hated SW author: Michael Kube-McDowell! He doesn’t have a name for himself, in comparison to Kevin J Anderson, Troy Denning, or even Alan Dean Foster, but I assume that’s because everyone who lived through the Bantam EU is too busy repressing.
Once upon a time, Luke was walking on a beach. On Coruscant. Shh, it’s got beaches now.
He thought to himself this would be a beautiful place to live!
And so he built a house for himself. OUT OF SAND. Because that’s just what father would do, right?
No.
It’s not even Artoo! You didn’t even bring Artoo to your sandcastle make believe house that Daddy built? Fuck you, Luke.