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bluestalking.livejournal.comI had an ultimate plan for introducing myself at the chat yesterday, before I realized that I had a dinner-thing and I couldn't join. ;_;
Therefore: hi.
The Queen's Thief books have managed to be my uncontested favorites (amazing) since I first read The Thief six years ago. They had a history in my house before I read them, though. I am lucky enough to have a children's librarian for a mother, and she and her Librarian Friends loved them without telling me about them, which I count a little unsporting. Like a punishment really.
Me: *does something bad*
Mum: HAHAHA. THAT'S IT. I...withhold Eugenides!
Me: gasp
(At one point, mum had QoA at home, and although I'd never read it, I recognized it. Totally ignorant, I said, cheerful as a chipmunk, "Oh, it's the HAND BOOK!" Her eyes did this amazing thing.)
At any rate, eventually I got them for Christmas and had to read them, and slobbered on them and ignored my family and had a generally good time ("Sorry, small obnoxious male cousins, I must read about...a small(ish) obnoxious male...who totally pwns you."). And then of course KoA came out and I was so excited that I started squealing in the library (very embarrassing for my mother, she probably wished she hadn't told me), and then flipped out again when it finally came out. And then I read all three aloud to my roommate and one of our good friends, and my roommate consequently went home to Kansas and read it to one of her friends.
And now we wander around campus talking about Toddlers With Toasting Forks and cabochon emeralds, and practicing General Sneakiness.
I think that says about everything.
Therefore: hi.
The Queen's Thief books have managed to be my uncontested favorites (amazing) since I first read The Thief six years ago. They had a history in my house before I read them, though. I am lucky enough to have a children's librarian for a mother, and she and her Librarian Friends loved them without telling me about them, which I count a little unsporting. Like a punishment really.
Me: *does something bad*
Mum: HAHAHA. THAT'S IT. I...withhold Eugenides!
Me: gasp
(At one point, mum had QoA at home, and although I'd never read it, I recognized it. Totally ignorant, I said, cheerful as a chipmunk, "Oh, it's the HAND BOOK!" Her eyes did this amazing thing.)
At any rate, eventually I got them for Christmas and had to read them, and slobbered on them and ignored my family and had a generally good time ("Sorry, small obnoxious male cousins, I must read about...a small(ish) obnoxious male...who totally pwns you."). And then of course KoA came out and I was so excited that I started squealing in the library (very embarrassing for my mother, she probably wished she hadn't told me), and then flipped out again when it finally came out. And then I read all three aloud to my roommate and one of our good friends, and my roommate consequently went home to Kansas and read it to one of her friends.
And now we wander around campus talking about Toddlers With Toasting Forks and cabochon emeralds, and practicing General Sneakiness.
I think that says about everything.
