walk away from youuuuu...
So, like, yeah. I have a type. It's increasingly obvious, reading old favorites in my regency pile (thank to
c_mantix I took my much loved, and slightly battered, copy of Michelle Martin's The Butler Who Laughed with me to Saturn), that I have a love for snarky couples. The kind that make each other laugh, but mock. And love each other, and sometimes do very mean things to each other, but then mock each other and--you see?
A type.
Yes.
In other news, THIS is made of awesome: Helm's Deep, in sugary form (thanks to
blinovitch for the linkage!)
I... should do some cleaning. I swear, elves come in and trash this place while I'm at work.
ETA: I tried to read a LKH book and it burned. I think I may have to actually get rid of them.
ETA2: I forgot these were autographed, too. Hrm. In 1997, LKH wasn't as bad as, well, now.
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A type.
Yes.
In other news, THIS is made of awesome: Helm's Deep, in sugary form (thanks to
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I... should do some cleaning. I swear, elves come in and trash this place while I'm at work.
ETA: I tried to read a LKH book and it burned. I think I may have to actually get rid of them.
ETA2: I forgot these were autographed, too. Hrm. In 1997, LKH wasn't as bad as, well, now.
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I am very amused at how the comments on that post are made up of people either saying "LOL u r a dork!!! loser!!", or criticizing him because there weren't actually any elves or catapults at Helm's Deep. I feel if enough people show up and comment, the post may implode in a very ugly way.
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Chortle! way to spend the holidays!
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LKH still isn't bad, if you realize she's writing erotica instead of mysteries.
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Also. Her porn? Not particularly all that great.
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Although, honestly, I did try to re-read the early books and... Really not all that interested, anymore. Sigh.
Tastes change in eight years, apparently.