pre-Christmas book log
Dec. 20th, 2006 12:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cahnFinally got to Time Traveler's Wife. It was better than I had expected, though somehow I never quite had enough empathy for the main characters to really feel for them properly. Also, I think it always vaguely frustrates me when people are caught in time loops. Hm, this explains (partially) why I like alternate histories.
Glasshouse, Charles Stross. This was entertaining. The first third of the book I spent going, "But... that doesn't make any sense!" The last two-thirds I spent learning that the holes I was picking in the first third weren't, usually, really holes at all (though sometimes the resolution was still kind of unsatisfactory for me). But it still didn't get me to care about the characters enough to really follow everything that was going on.
Sayers, The Devil to Pay and He That Should Come. A reread. No idea if this is in print, or what: I got this from a used bookstore on a whim (and because I adore Sayers). The latter is a nice Christmas story (and the reason why I reread; thought I should get into the Christmas spirit somehow). The ending of the former (it's a retelling of Faust, where the ending is somewhere between Marlowe's damnnation and Goethe's saving) always makes me cry. Because I do sympathize with Faust. Umm... this probably says weird things about me...
Glasshouse, Charles Stross. This was entertaining. The first third of the book I spent going, "But... that doesn't make any sense!" The last two-thirds I spent learning that the holes I was picking in the first third weren't, usually, really holes at all (though sometimes the resolution was still kind of unsatisfactory for me). But it still didn't get me to care about the characters enough to really follow everything that was going on.
Sayers, The Devil to Pay and He That Should Come. A reread. No idea if this is in print, or what: I got this from a used bookstore on a whim (and because I adore Sayers). The latter is a nice Christmas story (and the reason why I reread; thought I should get into the Christmas spirit somehow). The ending of the former (it's a retelling of Faust, where the ending is somewhere between Marlowe's damnnation and Goethe's saving) always makes me cry. Because I do sympathize with Faust. Umm... this probably says weird things about me...
