An anthology of sixteen different authors, all of whom depressed me.
An anthology of sixteen different authors, all of whom depressed me.
My second fantastic recommendation from a reader!
sobs in terrible old books
What did I expect when the hapless-looking woman is literally put on a pedestal?
What’s the term for “deus ex machina” if the god is malevolent or inscrutable? Charlemagne’s Champion suffers from that.
A case study in “don’t judge a book by its cover.”
My first recommendation!
Even if this book perhaps isn’t a complete success, it feels so good to read again.
I hoped to never have to write a “sorry I’ve been absent” post, but here we are.
I’ve leveled up my obsession by dipping into pulp magazines.
What the hell happened to my bookshelf?
There are both crocodiles and giant moths in this book—for once, accurate cover art!
Violence against women is such a hoot.
I wish I had saved The Hero and the Crown.
It’s like the universe wanted to prove to me that I could hate-read harder.
Ah, my first hate-read
Doris Piserchia makes a comeback!
Peak nostalgia.
I knew I could trust Robin McKinley
I came back to this series a lot quicker than expected.