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when you're strange no one remembers your name
1. I made it through Color of Magic and Light Fantastic (Rincewiiiiind. Mwah) quickly and with a lot of glee. I pushed my way through Equal Rites, because I figured it couldn't be as awful as I remembered it being (sadly, it kinda was, as it just... peters off into a not-very-satisfying ending).
But Mort, which I've never read? He is so dull. I'm, like, barely 60 pages in and I just... I'm bored. A part of me is like "keep reading! History is here!" Bleh. Maybe I'll manage more tomorrow. And maybe it won't be as predictable. (like, when I'm skipping ahead to see if the next bit has what I think will happen in it and it happens, this is not a good thing--especially when this is the third time I've gone "I bet this happens next.... yep.").
2. In the last week I have written 3000 words of Annie and Jai from Covert Affairs fic, 800 words of assorted other ficlets, and 5000 words of Katherine Grey/Derek Kettering spies and sex and repression. (with the latter, part of it was accomplished by writing scenes that happen two or three years later. sigh. Sadly, if I wanted to finish and file off the serial numbers, there'd be no point as I am not Ruth Rendell.)
3. I am sure I had more. Oh well.
But Mort, which I've never read? He is so dull. I'm, like, barely 60 pages in and I just... I'm bored. A part of me is like "keep reading! History is here!" Bleh. Maybe I'll manage more tomorrow. And maybe it won't be as predictable. (like, when I'm skipping ahead to see if the next bit has what I think will happen in it and it happens, this is not a good thing--especially when this is the third time I've gone "I bet this happens next.... yep.").
2. In the last week I have written 3000 words of Annie and Jai from Covert Affairs fic, 800 words of assorted other ficlets, and 5000 words of Katherine Grey/Derek Kettering spies and sex and repression. (with the latter, part of it was accomplished by writing scenes that happen two or three years later. sigh. Sadly, if I wanted to finish and file off the serial numbers, there'd be no point as I am not Ruth Rendell.)
3. I am sure I had more. Oh well.

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But they are both damaged people, and damaged people do seem to be drawn to one another -- and he's never going to make anything of himself unless someone kicks him in the balls and says, "dude, shape up your life, I'm not doing it for you." and it is also pre-war-time, which is always tempting because spies are like, my green kryptonite.
And they were involved in a murder, and that tends to change people as well (even if they didn't commit it).
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So far I've read Equal Rites (awful), Mort (meh), Small Gods (pretty good), Reaperman (brilliant), Hogfather (out of this world great), Going Postal (also pretty great), Pyramids (um what?) and Making Money (average)
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And there was Rincewind, all innocent and un-re-read for years.
Most of the ones I've loved (from distant memory) were either Rincewind or Three Witches novels. We'll see how I manage this time through.
(I've given up on Mort and moved on to Wyrd Sisters which at least has the more entertaining opening line - "Lightning stabbed the earth, like an inefficient assassin." ...WHAT. sold.)
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I am not going to finish it, because I just have no patience in my old age. I've moved on to Wyrd Sisters. (I'm going to have to track down my copy of Sourcery when I get to that moment, as I'm fairly certain mine has actually been victim of a sibling [so were Maskerade and half a dozen others /still angry about that])
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But Pratchett is v. good, yes. :)
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(I've never been able to explain my thing for Rincewind to myself. It's possible that I just like cowards with expediency in running away who accidentally save the universe or something. idk. It baffles me quite often, even as I'm reading and going "why do i like this?? augh." It's not like I have a thing for Arthur Dent, his SF counterpart, for instance. I much prefer Ford [and if I get a choice, hey, Trillian, I like chicks who do the math thing...]--and I'm rambling, sorry)