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So, much to Danny's dismay, I'm currently rereading the Mistborn books -- and I'm once again struck by how much of a genius Brandon Sanderson is. I just finished the first two, and they're amazing enough without even taking into account the levels I know book three adds. The reread is so much better than even the initial read, so I can't wait until I finish this final book and see what little details I've missed. Ahhh!
And it really makes me want to write my own books. Bah. I could finish Blood and Heat -- it's a good story, lots of potential, though certainly not fleshed out all the way. I have to believe in myself and remember that even my favorite authors, who are completely brilliant, make mistakes. Martin making mention of Jaime doing something requiring two hands after having lost one, for instance. Or Sanderson writing that Vin had Clubs -- a Smoker Misting, meaning he can only burn copper -- burn bronze to try to sense Allomantic pulsings from the Well of Ascension only she could sense anyway. It took me about two paragraphs (on the second reread!) after reading that for the lightbulb to go off -- wait! He can't do that! Haha.
Anyway yeah. So rereading these books is quickly elevating Sanderson. He was certainly top five before, but distinctly below Martin and Orson Scott Card in "rank" so to speak. Now though... I feel they're all fairly evenly matched (not that I can really judge, eh?). Hell, the Hero of Ages (third book, which I just started) has praise from Orson Scott Card right on the cover, so I shouldn't be surprised!
Um so. In brief, beyond the writing. I'm taking Danny to dinner tonight when he gets home. I feel bad because I upset him last night (well, his version of upset, more mopey and irritated) by resizing a bunch of pictures on my computer and uploading them to Facebook, then reading a couple chapters of the Well of Ascension. There was a movie he wanted to watch, but I didn't realize he wanted to watch it right then and he wanted me to stop what I was doing to watch it. So I'm trying to make up for it, and I'll try to be less oblivious in the future. Plus, it'll be our first time at Fridays when I can drink too!
Speaking of, my 21st birthday was great. Perhaps I'll detail that one later. Pictures on Facebook!
My classes still aren't posting my grades. I know that as a group my comm group made a 94 on our paper, which is great, but I don't know if individual scores were weighted differently. I'll keep checking Blackboard.
I'm hungry.
And it really makes me want to write my own books. Bah. I could finish Blood and Heat -- it's a good story, lots of potential, though certainly not fleshed out all the way. I have to believe in myself and remember that even my favorite authors, who are completely brilliant, make mistakes. Martin making mention of Jaime doing something requiring two hands after having lost one, for instance. Or Sanderson writing that Vin had Clubs -- a Smoker Misting, meaning he can only burn copper -- burn bronze to try to sense Allomantic pulsings from the Well of Ascension only she could sense anyway. It took me about two paragraphs (on the second reread!) after reading that for the lightbulb to go off -- wait! He can't do that! Haha.
Anyway yeah. So rereading these books is quickly elevating Sanderson. He was certainly top five before, but distinctly below Martin and Orson Scott Card in "rank" so to speak. Now though... I feel they're all fairly evenly matched (not that I can really judge, eh?). Hell, the Hero of Ages (third book, which I just started) has praise from Orson Scott Card right on the cover, so I shouldn't be surprised!
Um so. In brief, beyond the writing. I'm taking Danny to dinner tonight when he gets home. I feel bad because I upset him last night (well, his version of upset, more mopey and irritated) by resizing a bunch of pictures on my computer and uploading them to Facebook, then reading a couple chapters of the Well of Ascension. There was a movie he wanted to watch, but I didn't realize he wanted to watch it right then and he wanted me to stop what I was doing to watch it. So I'm trying to make up for it, and I'll try to be less oblivious in the future. Plus, it'll be our first time at Fridays when I can drink too!
Speaking of, my 21st birthday was great. Perhaps I'll detail that one later. Pictures on Facebook!
My classes still aren't posting my grades. I know that as a group my comm group made a 94 on our paper, which is great, but I don't know if individual scores were weighted differently. I'll keep checking Blackboard.
I'm hungry.