omg this is the most dad he has ever been
omg this is the most dad he has ever been
I had such a sinking sad feeling in my chest when I realized that I donated “Bet Me” to the library along with my other rom novels :( I dont usually like the misunderstandings trope, but that book was so hilarious.
Oh no! I have done similar things. Now, when I really uber-love a book, I immediately get the digital version, too, JUST IN CASE.
someone else who’s read valiant!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy crap, Aggy! I absolutely LOVE Holly Black and Stormy Glenn (dude, I MET Stormy in September and she signed my Kindle!!). Valiant is my fave cause I’m in love with that Troll!! XD XD
Aw, neat! I was hoping to meet her at GRL, but she couldn’t make it. Ugh RAVUS IS THE BEST. Why are all the good men not actually human?
I didnt realize anyone else had read gregor the overlander!! :) :)
Yes! Best books. And despite being a 10+ adventure series, those books have great writing and some really deep themes.
What are your top 5/10 favorite books?
That is an excellent question! I actually had to put my thinking cap on for this one because I read at a frenetic clip, but I’m hard-pressed to pick “favorites.” Usually because I have things like favorite terrible books, instead of favorite good ones. But here goes!
1) Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. I can safely say this is my all-time favorite book. I love everything it chooses to be. How can one not love 11-year-old antichrists, inept witchfinders, angel & demon bffs, and the Four Horsemen of the bikerpocalypse?
2) Small Gods by Terry Pratchett. I am obsessed with Terry Pratchett. (Mr. Pratchett, if you’re reading this, you should preemptively get a restraining order.) Pratchett’s my favorite author in the whole entire multiverse, I have read every Discworld novel at least twice, and sometimes I fantasize about being as funny and insightful as him. Other times I just fantasize about him. Oh, you silver fox… Where was I? Right, the book. This is a brilliant commentary on organized religion, not to mention gut-punchingly hilarious. Brutha is one of my fave characters. I think I read this book the first time in ninth or tenth grade, and so many lines still stick with me.
3) Valiant by Holly Black. This book was one of the first times that I read about the monster being the love interest AND I LOVE IT. HE’S A TROLL. HE’S GRUMPY. HE’S GOT A HEART OF GOLD. Also, this book is part of a cool trilogy involving faery courts and intrigue and the third book has one of the trickiest plot twists I ever did read. I think Holly Black is super-awesome, and I will always grab anything she writes.
4) War for the Oaks by Emma Bull. THE PHOUKA. I LOVE HIM. This book is oft-credited as actually spawning the surge in urban fantasy, and it is rad. A human woman who is an amazing musician gets caught up in faery shenanigans. It’s kind of love-triangley, but ultimately works out exactly how you want IF YOU HAVE ANY TASTE AT ALL. (Did I mention I love the Phouka? He’s hilarious, and mischievous, and intelligent, and just the WORST.)
5) Bet Me by Jennifer Crusie. This is my favorite romance in the history of romance books, OH MY GOD. It’s funny, it’s snarky, it has a hero with dyslexia, a heroine who likes carbs and doesn’t want children, and just THE BEST CHEMISTRY. If you read the first chapter and don’t at least let out a mild chortle, I don’t think we can be friends. Also, at one point, the hero ties the heroine up and feeds her donuts. TRUE LOVE. (Read anything by Jennifer Crusie. She is my fave.)
6) Scales and a Tail by Stormy Glenn. Okay, okay, I know what you’re thinking. Stormy Glenn? Shifter books? Let me just say: IT’S A DRAGON AND A BUNNY. This book is like a parade of Aggy’s Greatest Kink Hits. It is SO BAD, SO VERY BAD, it’s cheesy, and it’s HarlequinTILLION levels of tropey romance. Also, mpreg. AND DELICIOUS OVERBLOWN ANGST. If you have ever met me in person, I have waxed rhapsodical about this RIDICULOUS book.
7) Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein. I still read this one. It was a huge part of my childhood.
8) Gregor the Overlander by Suzanne Collins. Yes, the Hunger Games trilogy is the bomb-diggity, but I just like her Gregor series more. Probably because it has giant talking rats, bats, and roaches, quests and prophecies, and a toddler who gets made queen of the roaches because her diaper is so gloriously stinky.
9) Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Formative influence. See: all men compared to Darcy.
10) Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones. Howl is my favorite grumpy Welsh wizard, and Diana Wynne Jones has an enthralling way with words. This book is tied with her Chrestomanci books as one of my top ten.
OKAY THERE YOU GO. I hope that wasn’t boring. Maybe someday I will update my Goodreads page with more things I have read.
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HELLO. HI. i like your face. it has features.
Hello I just wanted to tell you that you are amazing and lovely and I ship you and luchia as writing goddesses intent on destroying the world with glorious one liners that make me giggle and snort and then you two rip out my heart with the feels but I would still be happy afterwards because the writing is AMAZING happy holidays!
Aw, thank you! I don’t have the pleasure of knowing luchia, but your taste seems impeccable. I like the one-two punch of laughter and body-wracking sobs. Happy Holidays to you, too! <3
Your Jingle Grouch was lovely, thanks for sharing it :)
You are very welcome! Glad you enjoyed.
I just read the snow elf and grinch fic and I just want to say wowowow and thanks and also I cannot stoplaughing
Ahaha, thank you! Uncontrollable laughter is always my end goal.
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your christmas fics are too amazing
IT’S EASY WHEN I HAVE A GREAT PROMPTER <3 <3
IT’S COMING, IT’S COMING. i think that’s slated for a 2014 blockbuster summer release
i anxiously await the conclusion to that fic
me too! (actually i have already written the ending… stupid middle bits.)
I NEED FIC WHERE DEREK HAS A THING FOR STILES, A SNOW ELF OR WHAT HAVE YOU
AND DEREK REALLY HAS A THING FOR HIS EARS
DON’T LOOK AT ME
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED
jen i blame you five million percent also there is no ear sex i’m sorry
wait ear sex sounds weird
ha ha that’s a pun
Derek comes from a long line of Grinches. His family name has been cursed for centuries, and their legacy is a matter of pride. Grinching is a noble calling, and an old, respected tradition.
So he doesn’t understand why he can’t stop watching one of Santa’s newest snow elves.
He’s supposed to hate snow. And elves. And Christmas. He’s supposed to hate everything, really. It’s his job. Christmas wouldn’t be Christmas without someone feeling miserable somewhere; he knows his family’s work is important, and people tell him he’s a natural Grinch.
Which makes him helpless to explain his current obsession. There’s a strange, new feeling in his chest as he watches the snow elf—Stiles, he heard the elf’s friend call him—drink a cup of hot cocoa and try to rub warmth back into the tips of his pointy ears.
Derek can turn green and very furry at a moment’s notice, so he’s hardly ever cold. Also, the extremely small size of his heart means that he doesn’t feel much of anything.
He frowns and rubs at an aching spot on his breastbone, feeling like he has frostbite on the inside.
Stiles laughs at something his friend says. He’s animated when he talks, his hands waving inside his candy-striped fingerless gloves. His knit cap has a large snowflake pom-pom that wobbles when he moves his head. He’s ridiculous.
Derek is fascinated by Stiles’ ears. They’re larger than most snow elves’ ears, and they wing up from his face into delicate, blue tinged points. When Stiles laughs and flushes in happiness, the blush turns the blue tips slightly purple.
The blue color gives an impression of coldness, but Derek thinks that if he ran his tongue along the outer shell, the delicate skin would be warm to the touch.
"What’re you staring at?" asks his sister, Laura. She’s five months pregnant with her husband Tom’s baby. Tom is an Abominable Snowman, and Derek has bets out that the kid’s fur will be pastel.
He prays Laura doesn’t find out because she’d stuff him into a stocking. A small stocking.
"Nothing," Derek says sullenly, which is the usual way to say things as a Grinch.
"Uh huh," Laura replies, snagging a sugar cookie off Derek’s plate and biting into it. She’s already had three cups of peppermint hot chocolate, a frosted jelly donut, a glass of milk, and a brownie. She likes to blame it on the baby, but she’s always had a ravenous sweet tooth.
Derek resignedly pushes his plate toward her. She’s just going to eat the rest of his cookies anyway.
"Thanks," she says absently, this time selecting a sugar cookie with sprinkles. Derek loves sprinkles. He sighs.
i’M SO SORRY