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mckitterick sent this to me yesterday, with the memo "This site was created for you." Indeed it was. I present to you: White Whine, shining moments of first-world white privilege, posted on the interwebs for your reading pleasure.

Last night was another eight hours of intermittent wakefulness brought on by nightsweats and cramping. I am not at my best, and one mean-spirited, sniping post a month is enough from anyone. Hence, I'm off LJ for the rest of the day.

Since I'm not up for much of anything else, it looks like more SF reading on the couch with a heating pad today. Yesterday I finished The Dervish House, which got a little slow in the middle but ramped up again and ended in a very pleasing manner, and got about 2/3 of the way through WWW: Watch, which is fun and a good read, but isn't saying anything new. I really liked The Quantum Thief for world-building, but it isn't for lazy readers. You've got to be willing to jump into a world that you're simply not going to understand. In that way, it's very similar to Living Next Door the the God of Love (which I thought was fantastic). So far, Yarn is the most likely of the bunch to be generally well-received (I think). It's approachable, the characters are well-rounded, and it has some interesting statements to make about humanity and how our aspirations are shaped by our environment. I'm not going to be mean by mentioning the books I've put down after three (or fewer chapters). How magnanimous, right?

So, ta.