What’s the silliest (most foolish?) book you’ve ever read? Did you enjoy it?
I’ll stick with silly—I think the definition “exhibiting or indicative of a lack of common sense or sound judgment” will serve us quite well here. I know I tease The Song of the Lioness a lot, but that’s not because it’s silly in that way—that’s because it’s so utterly earnest, like all the best camp is.
In any case, if I had a nickel for every book with crippled worldbuilding or just a bizarre handle on how humans conduct themselves, I would be loaded. I have several contenders for top dog: Green, for instance, gets weird at the end, but the first third is so good that it must be eliminated from this list. But I think the absolutely silliest is Sarah Jane Stratford’s The Midnight Guardian, which manages to take the delightfully bloodthirsty, Inglourious Basterds-esque “vampires versus Nazis” premise into silly territory by making the vampires heroic matyrs and her protagonist into someone who can do no wrong (also known as someone that’s not terribly interesting to read about). I can’t even.
1. Favorite childhood book?
A tie between Good Omens and The Count of Monte Cristo. (And by childhood, you meant awkward preteen years, right?)
2. What are you reading right now?
The Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson.
3. What books do you have on request at the library?
None at the moment, as I’m about to move back to college and need to deal with a different library.
4. Bad book habit?
Eating messy foods while reading library books.
5. What do you currently have checked out at the library?
Stephen King’s Misery and a VHS of Disney’s The Three Musketeers.
Green by Jay Lake
Green is definitely an example of a book that turned my head with an exquisite cover. An Asian girl hangs upside down from a fruit tree, cuts on her face and a vague, European city behind her. Despite the obnoxious piece of copy (“Her exquisite beauty and brilliant mind were not enough to free her from captivity. That took the power of a goddess… and her skill with a knife.”), the post-colonial fantasy the summary promised sounded quite interesting.
I really need to stop gravitating towards pretty pictures, don’t I? (Although now I have discovered the work of Daniel Dos Santos, so it’s not a total loss.)
How about a nice, hearty helping of steampunk (and some other things)?