I read two Jincy Willett novels: Amy Falls Down, which is a sequel to The Writing Class, and Winner of the National Book Award: A Novel of Fame, Honor, and Really Bad Weather, which it turns out I'd read before, although I didn't remember any details.
I liked both of these books, but neither as much as I liked The Writing Class.
Winner of the National Book Award is full of gender-based violence, helpfully tying this post together thematically.
I read Bridget Jones: Mad about the Boy by Helen Fielding. I... well. That is a choice you could make, Helen Fielding!
So this is Bridget Jones in her early fifties, once again single and fancy-free. Perhaps you are wondering how that happened, since Edge of Reason ended with her and Mr Darcy happily OTP. I spent the whole prologue wondering that, convinced, with good reason, that some comical misunderstanding had separated them, or that there was some real conflict in their marriage that had driven them apart but would be resolved 300 pages later. Because Bridget Jones!
Only it turns out that what happened is Mark Darcy died tragically and Bridget is a widow.
THAT IS A CHOICE YOU COULD MAKE HELEN FIELDING.
So perhaps you are wondering who the "boy" in the subtitle is if not Mark Darcy. Well! He is Roxby (or Rockster), a 29-30 year old toy boy who is sweet and charming and funny and good in bed and with whom Bridget is quite mutually in love for the majority of the book.
SO YOU WOULD THINK THAT'S THE ENDGAME OTP RIGHT? Even though the age difference is substantial, it's not insurmountable, right? When they're so clearly good for each other?
Yeah, nope. Endgame OTP is present throughout; it wasn't exactly a surprise once it was clear Bridget and Roxby were broken up for good, but Bridget/Roxby gets way, way more screentime and development and they have more chemistry, in a way that doesn't attempt to replicate Mark/Bridget but which is a separate distinct thing. The age gap doesn't even ping my id; it's other things that make me ship them.
unspoilery: Like the previous two books this is laugh-out-loud funny. Bridget remains adorable and sympathetic. It was enjoyable on all those levels, but not ultimately emotionally satisfying because of reasons under the cut-tag (which, while spoilery, I don't think will spoil one's enjoyment of the book, whose pleasure lies mostly in humor and character voice.)
There are children in the picture, whom I didn't find particularly realistically drawn but who weren't annoying.
It's definitely not porn; it's also definitely more sexually explicit than the previous two books. I once read a review of the film that said something like, "There's a suggestion that Daniel and Bridget indulged in anal sex, something that would never happen in the book." This book doesn't have anal sex, but it would not be out of place.
I miss Shazzer. :(
Content note: there is a fairly substantial plotline involving weight loss/fat/obesity in a way that's different from the previous books and might be more triggery (on the other hand, it's fairly self-contained, and the rest of the book has less yo-yo dieting than the previous books); if it would be helpful to anyone I'd be happy to talk about this in more detail.
There are also other ick things that are common squicks -- there are parts that it would be wise not to read while eating.
It makes me wish that I could write fanfic again because it desperately needs a completely different ending. :(
I started reading cite>Clariel</cite> by Garth Nix. This is a major tonal shift from the other books I read this week and I'm finding getting into it slow-going.
I played some Puzzle Pirates while on the phone with Elizabeth the other day.
(Spoilers: I suck at identifying scents.)
I finished the 'weenies:
should be: "Pumpkin cream with cardamom, black tea, allspice, and ginger milk."
was: Cake! I probably need to stop acquiring MORE BPAL foodie scents because they all smell indistinguishably of cake to me, but in the meantime, cake!
Should be: "Warm pumpkin with three honeys, oudh, sweet frankincense, and champaca resin."
Was: And yet another cake, with maybe the faaaaintest hint of something darker -- cinnammon? incense? underneath. Yup, definitely need to declare foodie scents from BPAL off-limits. They smell perfectly nice, like a generic sweet baked good, but, e.g., these didn't really smell of pumpkin to me, and I now own enough of them that if I desire this scent I have maybe half a dozen options. Sigh. Really disappointed, because description sounded sooo promising
I got Anne Bonny as a frimp from synecdochic_decants.
Should be: "A blend of Indonesian red patchouli, red sandalwood, and frankincense."
Was: Oooh. After ALL THE CAKE this is kind of a relief. Brine? It does have an aquatic sense to it, but maybe like a seaport, a bit of salt and -- cedar? -- I am definitely getting pirate feels from this. I think I might be sensing the same "trickle of blood" that's in Valentine of Rome.
I actually listened to Spotify for awhile this afternoon. All David Haas.
Also at DW: http://wisdomeagle.dreamwidth.org/12108