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Guardian of the Dead
I'm almost out of canned reviews to post. Clearly this means it's time to binge on media.
Also, yesterday I took my bird to Starbucks because I had taken him to get clipped and I wanted iced coffee, damn it (though Starbucks iced coffee is execrable, which tells you something about my level of desperation). Starbucks has no service animals only signs, so it was totally legit! And the only person who noticed was the cashier. I feel that this is an important step towards becoming a strange bird woman™ in my middle age.
Healey, Karen. Guardian of the Dead. New York: Little, Brown, and Company, 2010.
I read this book while I was delayed on my way to WisCon. By the end of my first flight I was doubly glad to be going to WisCon so I could tell the author just how much I liked her book at the party she was hosting for it on Friday night. And I did! Because it really is awesome (and the author herself is pretty awesome too; I hear she makes a mean midori sour).
Anyway. Guardian of the Dead tells the story of Elle (Eleanor) Spencer, a seventeen year old Paakehaa (non-Maori and/or white person) going to boarding school in Christchurch, New Zealand while her parents tour the world to celebrate her mother's cancer going in to remission. Elle is tall and emphatically anything but thin; she doesn't have many friends besides Kevin Waldrup, who is her best friend. But when she allows Kevin to volunteer her to be the fight coordinator for his friend Iris Tsang's university production of A Midsummer Night's Dream, both Elle and Kevin quickly become mixed up in an inhuman struggle out of Maori mythology, with their mysterious classmate Mark Nolan proving central to the mystery, and the fight it holds.
( Awesome sauce. )
In conclusion, I teared up a few times. New Zealand! Chromaticism! Feminism! Comic books! Magic! What more can you want, I ask you?
Also, yesterday I took my bird to Starbucks because I had taken him to get clipped and I wanted iced coffee, damn it (though Starbucks iced coffee is execrable, which tells you something about my level of desperation). Starbucks has no service animals only signs, so it was totally legit! And the only person who noticed was the cashier. I feel that this is an important step towards becoming a strange bird woman™ in my middle age.
Healey, Karen. Guardian of the Dead. New York: Little, Brown, and Company, 2010.
I read this book while I was delayed on my way to WisCon. By the end of my first flight I was doubly glad to be going to WisCon so I could tell the author just how much I liked her book at the party she was hosting for it on Friday night. And I did! Because it really is awesome (and the author herself is pretty awesome too; I hear she makes a mean midori sour).
Anyway. Guardian of the Dead tells the story of Elle (Eleanor) Spencer, a seventeen year old Paakehaa (non-Maori and/or white person) going to boarding school in Christchurch, New Zealand while her parents tour the world to celebrate her mother's cancer going in to remission. Elle is tall and emphatically anything but thin; she doesn't have many friends besides Kevin Waldrup, who is her best friend. But when she allows Kevin to volunteer her to be the fight coordinator for his friend Iris Tsang's university production of A Midsummer Night's Dream, both Elle and Kevin quickly become mixed up in an inhuman struggle out of Maori mythology, with their mysterious classmate Mark Nolan proving central to the mystery, and the fight it holds.
( Awesome sauce. )
In conclusion, I teared up a few times. New Zealand! Chromaticism! Feminism! Comic books! Magic! What more can you want, I ask you?