If this was divided into two, smaller books, I'd prefer to read the one about Sandra & Alice & how they are haunting the Walker house becauseIf this was divided into two, smaller books, I'd prefer to read the one about Sandra & Alice & how they are haunting the Walker house because they're tethered to the earth with regret, because that book is engrossing & depressing as all hell. But the book about the real people; sexually compulsive Minna, mopey teenage Trenton, and their uber-alcoholic mother Caroline, just falls flat in comparison. ...more
Ouch, ouch, ouch. Sometimes when BKV kills a character, I just cannot get over it for days and so it is with Volume 4 (view spoiler)[It turns out I haOuch, ouch, ouch. Sometimes when BKV kills a character, I just cannot get over it for days and so it is with Volume 4 (view spoiler)[It turns out I have Really Big Feelings about mothers & babies even when they have TVs for heads. And while we're in the spoiler cut, can I just say how I was kind of tearing up at the prospect of Alana & Marko breaking up? Marriage is hard(hide spoiler)]. As usual, brilliant, astounding, heart-wrenching, etc. I feel like I should just run down a checklist of all the characters: Iazbel? Check - still awesome. Klara? Check - still awesome. Sohpie? Has glasses now! Even more awesome! I love all the new stuff here, but I am going to need a lot more of The Brand, Gwendolyn, L.C., and Sophie in glasses in the next issue, please. ...more
Wow, the last page of this is so wrong. I actually shrieked a little when I saw it. I'm pleasantly surprised to find that I quite look forward to whatWow, the last page of this is so wrong. I actually shrieked a little when I saw it. I'm pleasantly surprised to find that I quite look forward to what's going to come from this (view spoiler)[good god, people with dead zombie faces sewn over their faces, I can't even - but I LOVE it (hide spoiler)]....more
This is great! It sort of makes me sad, since I've had it sitting on my to-read pile for over 9 weeks & I was planning on just letting it go withoThis is great! It sort of makes me sad, since I've had it sitting on my to-read pile for over 9 weeks & I was planning on just letting it go without reading it for some reason, but it's so spectacular it makes me depressed to think of all the other stuff that just sits there & sits there that I never end up reading and even though I know the odds are against all of that stuff being equally as awesome - still. The never-ending quest to read All The Good Stuff.
Anyway, this book sort of reaffirms BKV for me, since I've been sort of down on him because of Swamp Thing and the end of Ex Machina. It's easy for me, when reading Saga especially, to forget that even if the artwork is particularly great (I tend to think that Fiona Staples is responsible for all the good in the world), the artist isn't the one behind all the snappy, sarcastic, laugh-out-loud dialog, so yeah, god bless you BKV for being such a good writer.
"'What is our son doing with a male mannequin head in his room?' 'How the hell can you be concerned about that?'"
"'Bro, all you've got is a book. How do you plan to fight our parents? With literacy?'"
I'm crying foul on this one because Thorn's bare leg poking out of a big pile of bad guys makes me sort of queasy. I've not been a big fan through thiI'm crying foul on this one because Thorn's bare leg poking out of a big pile of bad guys makes me sort of queasy. I've not been a big fan through this whole series of her shorts/skirts/whatever she's wearing having to end precisely where her thighs split, and come on, did she have to get her clothes ripped off in that melee?...more
In Glasgow in 1888, Harriet Baxter saves Elspeth Gillespie from choking to death on the street. In a startling coincidence, Elspeth happens to have aIn Glasgow in 1888, Harriet Baxter saves Elspeth Gillespie from choking to death on the street. In a startling coincidence, Elspeth happens to have a son who is an up-and-coming painter in the Glasgow art scene, a man whom Harriet just happens to have met randomly at a gallery in London earlier in the year. She becomes close friends with Gillespie and his wife and family, but is she the charmer she makes herself out to be or the most unreliable narrator since Amy Dunne?
Harris creates a wonderful character in Harriet and then unravels her like an old sweater, brilliantly leaving the reader with no idea what has quite happened and no idea quite what is real. The writing is hypnotic; I was halfway done before bed last night and I was exhausted from a long day, yet I found myself turning the last page at midnight because I couldn’t bear to not know what happened next. The ending was spectacular and worth me being drowsy at work at the moment. Harris drops tiny little details and hints (view spoiler)[like the cufflink that Harriet claimed they never found, or how she’s refered to as “the whisky lady” at the shop and is affronted, but my god, how drunk was she all the time? And what about the “minor understanding – so minor it never came to court” from her New York days? (hide spoiler)] that left me scratching my head and having a-ha! moments up until the very last line of the book. (view spoiler)[”I clapped my hands together. ‘Anonymous? How thrilling!’” indeed! (hide spoiler)] In the end, I have no idea what really happened to Rose or Sibyl or the maid or Ned or any of it, and I love it. ["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>...more
Aww, this is the best Bone. Those baby animals totally kill me, and the poem that Bone wrote about the hay cart in his heart that he's built for ThornAww, this is the best Bone. Those baby animals totally kill me, and the poem that Bone wrote about the hay cart in his heart that he's built for Thorn has set the new gold standard for romance as far as I'm concerned.
Edited to add: Oops, it was a horse cart.
"In the stalls of my heart, dear, I've built a horse-cart, dear, And my dear you can ride it all day . . .
I've built it from love from the clouds up above even the rains cannot wash it away!
But my love you can't hear so the cart will not steer and I'm left with a heart full of hay."...more
Still going strong with the Bone at my house. G is nightly all, "Maybe we should do our weading now?" and who am I to tell him no? We are very interesStill going strong with the Bone at my house. G is nightly all, "Maybe we should do our weading now?" and who am I to tell him no? We are very interested to see who's under that hood. He has also assembled a Lego Bone set. It has a Thorn, those two rat creatures who fight about quiche, and the hooded guy, but strangely, no Bones....more
I'm at a loss over what to say about this book. Another reviewer called it "unnerving" and I suppose that's just as apt as anything. Tierce clearly knI'm at a loss over what to say about this book. Another reviewer called it "unnerving" and I suppose that's just as apt as anything. Tierce clearly knows about serving, since all of the details of Marie's various jobs are so spot-on, I had to stop and take deep breaths to reassure myself that no, at the library it is not possible to get in the weeds & that's where I work now. This was a recommendation from Emily, who said, "this seems like a "hard" book like you like em! :D” and it's true, I do like 'em & I did like this, but Marie, oh Marie! ...more
I've been trying to come up with a clever review for this for about a week, something about all the football-ish stuff I've done as a fan over the yeaI've been trying to come up with a clever review for this for about a week, something about all the football-ish stuff I've done as a fan over the years, like most egregiously, the time I deliberately enmeshed myself in a traffic jam after the Broncos won the Super Bowl in 1998 just so I could honk my horn on Speer Blvd for two hours with 5000 other fools, or perhaps about how drunk I had to get to watch my perpetual underdog favorites the Cardinals play Amber's Steelers in the 2008 Super Bowl because they came so close to winning (sorry I never got the cardinal tattoo like I promised, Amber). How about how excited I was when we got Peyton Manning, or how awesome I feel when I'm at the bar & I can talk about inside hand-offs and nickel defenses & all the dudes are shocked because they all think that the gridiron is too tough for lady brains? I love this game. Other than a total four-month-long media blackout my family imposed on ourselves after that egregious, excruciating Super Bowl last year, I listen to sports radio all the time, I follow to draft (ohh, Tim Tebow, what the heck was that about?), I watch games all weekend long, and I have been a fan of this sport for the past fifteen years of my life.
I no longer watch football. I made that decision before I read this book, but this was just icing on the cake of being sad & disgusted at the sport. If I talk about football now, I can't just tell you how awesome I think Emmanuel Sanders is or how I love that dumb In-Com-Plete chant we do at Mile High. I have to talk about beautiful blue-eyed Wes Welker, who I was so excited to watch once we got him in 2013 & how I've now watched him get concussed going on four or five times & I just can't take it anymore. I have to talk about chronic traumatic encephalopathy and Ray Rice and tax exemptions and Jameis Winston and how Brett Favre may have been a great QB and made a lot of money and all that, but now he can’t remember pieces of his life, and all the other gross crap that Almond brings up in his book.
This book is not perfect. There's a chapter about Michael Sam that starts out as a conversation between Almond & a one-time girlfriend that's nothing but cringe-worthy tee-hees about how the QB takes the snap from between the center's legs. It is remarkable and terrible that, as Almond says, “A workplace exists, Circa 2014, in Which the Prospect of Accommodating a Single Openly Gay Employee Is Enough to Induce Panic" and giggling about how a woman the author once dated thinks the words “tight end” sound vaguely gay just diminishes that point. Almond also extols the virtues of sport, how it brings people together to root for a common cause & feel united for a few hours, etc., etc. sports clichés, then mentions several times how he's amazed that women like the sport because of how dismissive the NFL is of them, as though camaraderie is a feeling exclusive to men (let me tell you, as a woman, I have a lot to shake my fist at the NFL about, but please don't presume to tell me I’m immune to rooting for the home team because I don’t have a penis, Steve Almond). But minor, slightly sexist flaws aside, this book is a devastating indictment on the NFL. Take it from me: even though he knows that I’m the type of person who will switch pasta brands because one takes a homophobic stance on advertising, my husband still thought I was silly to stop watching a sport that so devalues the rights of women that it only makes domestic violence an offense worse than pot smoking after a sustained, national outcry, since no one on Denver’s team really gets busted for the former as often as they get busted for the latter. Then he read this and all of a sudden the Broncos are going to be making it to Super XLIX without anyone from my house and Gray is going to grow up to be a professional golfer despite a proud K family tradition of Pee Wee. ...more
Hooray for Gray for knowing most of the letter sounds in this book! I swear, if the kid could just apply himself to learning phonics with the same vigHooray for Gray for knowing most of the letter sounds in this book! I swear, if the kid could just apply himself to learning phonics with the same vigor that he shows for putting together/taking apart/putting back together again 500+ piece Lego sets, he would've been reading a year ago. Best characters in the book: Octopus & Owl - they solve problems. Best questions from Gray, re: the letter T: "What's a typewriter?"...more
I actually read this as 50+ issues, kindly furnished by my friend Laura, but rather than list all 50 & push my reading challenge into the stratospI actually read this as 50+ issues, kindly furnished by my friend Laura, but rather than list all 50 & push my reading challenge into the stratosphere I'll just stick with this edition. This series is uneven at best. I plowed through the first 25 issues & then I had to go to bed. The next day found me pretty uninterested after only about 2 issues. BKV starts off strong but I think he tosses too much into the mix. Kremlin's endless machinations (ha!) got pretty tiring 30 issues in. I was so meh about Jack Phearson as Mitchell's nemesis that if I hadn't read Ex Machina Special, which gives his backstory & which Laura also helpfully owns, I never would have bought him as any kind of threat. There's all sorts of gross mutilations and people's eyeballs are always getting knocked out, in case anyone was wondering why Gray is NOT allowed to look at this (made a mistake in not caring that he was flipping through some edition of Y:TLM once & then I heard about the decaying corpse he saw for a straight month afterward - bad mom!), so that's pretty okay. I'm at a loss as to what field on the left the last issue came out of; I mean, damn, Mitchell: (view spoiler)[Bradbury get away from me because you're bad for my career, and hey Kremlin, shoot yourself in the head! And was I supposed to believe that Mitchell was gay the whole time? (hide spoiler)] But I'm going to give this 3 stars anyway, since the first 25 issues are what I dream about staying up late to finish, and I want to marry Commissioner Angotti....more
I'm reading this to Gray, so like a responsible mother I read ahead to try to gauge whether there's anything in this that he'd find troubling. So farI'm reading this to Gray, so like a responsible mother I read ahead to try to gauge whether there's anything in this that he'd find troubling. So far so good! My kid has been a super graphic novel freak (but no he may not read Ex Machina no matter how hard he pleads his case) since he saw the cover of Saga Vol 1 and called it Monster and Love Had a Baby, so I'll call that so far so good as well. ...more