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the_wanlorn) wrote2010-04-08 08:04 pm
the_wanlorn) wrote2010-04-08 08:04 pm
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In Which I Talk About A Local Habitation by Seanan McGuire
This "review" (lol because flailing incoherently totally counts as a review amirite? :D? :D? :( ) is super scattershot and kind of disjointed because I wrote it as I was reading the book. As one does.
And, uh.shadowkitty brought up the idea of Luidaeg/Toby/Tybalt and, uh. Well. LOOK INTERNET, I AM WEAK, OKAY, AND APPARENTLY INCAPABLE OF NOT SHIPPING THREESOMES ANYMORE. :( And just, Tybalt meeting the Luidaeg. She would be all >:(, and he would be all full of >:( bravado, but secretly DDDDDDDDDD:. And Toby would just be going DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD: because she's sure the Luidaeg is going to kill Tybalt. I mean, half the time she wants to kill Tybalt, and she's not a grumpy old sea witch. And Toby wouldn't be able to decide between encouraging them for lolz, or backing away slowly to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. UGH INTERNET I WANT THIS SO BAD AND NO ONE IS EVER GOING TO GIVE IT TO ME. :( :( :( :(
My love of Gordan is so fucking epic, which kind of sucks. I realized the other day that the reason why I love her so fucking much is that she's a younger, tinier, pissier, way less powerful/scary version of the Luidaeg.
shadowkitty or I is reading one of these books (IT HAPPENS MORE OFTEN THAN YOU THINK) we both spend the entire time Tybalt and Toby are interacting going "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" and "SDJAFL;KJASLK;DJF;ALSDF" at each other, and it takes three times as long as usual to get through those parts because lol too busy flailing. INTERNET, I KNOW THAT THESE ARE A+ BOOKS BECAUSE I AM DEEPLY INVESTED IN THE CHARACTERS BEING ADORABLE (for my personal definition of adorable). I mean, seriously, when I'm reading The Dresden Files, I might :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD over bits, but they don't fill me with fucking joy the way these do. And, I mean, yeah. Things in The Dresden Files will make me sad, or upset me, or whatever. But I have yet to have the level of horrified DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD: reaction to anything in those books that I have to, say, April's reaction to her mum dying. (Oh, April, baby, no. :( Your mum's not going to be bringing you back any rabbits this time.)
Okay, and internet, here is the thing. I'm sure you all know by now that, shit like "His snarl became suddenly louder, and he all but pounced on Alex, hoisting the other man by the upper arms like he weighed nothing at all. "How dare you!" he roared." pissed me the fuck off. A lot. AND YET. When Tybalt does it, I'm just all :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD all over the place. And I figured out why!
See, when Tybalt does shit like that (AT LEAST, THE WAY I INTERPRET IT), it's not because he thinks Toby needs protecting. It's not because he feels the need to take care of Toby. Toby can fucking well take care of herself. It's because he's fucking pissed off. And I'm not sure I'm making the distinction clear enough between pissed off because of a "rawr me need to protect little lady" feeling and being pissed off in a way that acknowledges that the woman is perfectly capable of taking care of it herself and there's no "must protect" feeling to it.
Plus, most of the time, Toby's the one control of the situation. From "Tybalt was getting over his surprise, looking even angrier now. I stepped forward, taking hold of his arm while I glared at Terrie." to "Then, turning to Tybalt, I said, "Do whatever you want. I'm done."" to ""Tybalt, most people can't answer questions when they can't breathe. Put him down." After a pause, I added, "Gently."" to "Tybalt growled. I put a hand on his knee, signaling him to be still." The fact that even when he's not pissed off about something done to Toby, he listens to her, and not for "oh I don't want her to see what a monster I can be blah blah blah" shitty reasons from so many other fucking books, is fucking awesome.
IN CLOSING: "The Luidaeg didn't come to kill me, and after a week had passed, I decided to stop waiting. I showed up on her doorstep with bagels and told her she could kill me if she wanted to. She laughed and called me an idiot, and we played chess for six hours. I still think she'll kill me someday. It's just not going to be anytime soon." MENT2BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB.
"Glad you don't mind."I'll be honest, internet. I go back and forth between BFF-shipping Toby and the Luidaeg and, you know. Actually shipping them. I mean, come on. Toby calls her to let her know she won't make their weekly visit. And the Luidaeg started calling Toby to harass her in the first place because she was lonely. The Luidaeg threatens to kill her all the time, and might very well go through with it when Toby asks her final question! MENT2B.
"Mind? Why should I mind?"
"No reason."
"Good. Be careful out there. Don't go into the dark alone; don't let their eyes fool you. Remember what you're looking for. Don't trust what the blood tells you. Always look back."
"What?"
"Nothing, Toby--it's nothing," she said, sounding slightly disgusted. "Get the hell off my phone."
"See you when I get back."
"Oh--Toby?" Her tone was almost hesitant. That was a first.
"Yeah."
"I owe you an answer. Come back alive."
"I will, don't worry."
"I get to be the one that kills you." The connection cut off with a snap. I grinned, replacing the receiver in its cradle.
And, uh.
shadowkitty brought up the idea of Luidaeg/Toby/Tybalt and, uh. Well. LOOK INTERNET, I AM WEAK, OKAY, AND APPARENTLY INCAPABLE OF NOT SHIPPING THREESOMES ANYMORE. :( And just, Tybalt meeting the Luidaeg. She would be all >:(, and he would be all full of >:( bravado, but secretly DDDDDDDDDD:. And Toby would just be going DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD: because she's sure the Luidaeg is going to kill Tybalt. I mean, half the time she wants to kill Tybalt, and she's not a grumpy old sea witch. And Toby wouldn't be able to decide between encouraging them for lolz, or backing away slowly to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. UGH INTERNET I WANT THIS SO BAD AND NO ONE IS EVER GOING TO GIVE IT TO ME. :( :( :( :(Now I did start to cry, slumping against Connor. Quentin stared at me, and then he started crying, too.LOL I LIKE HOW QUENTIN RIGHT THEN WAS BASICALLY LIKE "...Toby's crying... oh shit we're going to die. D:"
My love of Gordan is so fucking epic, which kind of sucks. I realized the other day that the reason why I love her so fucking much is that she's a younger, tinier, pissier, way less powerful/scary version of the Luidaeg.
"Charming." He walked toward me, fingered the collar of the jacket I was wearing, and said, "It suits you, I think. You should keep it."TYBALT, YOU ARE THE SWEETEST GUY. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD I love how whenever
"Tybalt, I--"
"Not that I would have it back, after the amount of blood you've doubtless shed on it." He pulled his hand away. "You're about to ask me for something. I recognize the look."
shadowkitty or I is reading one of these books (IT HAPPENS MORE OFTEN THAN YOU THINK) we both spend the entire time Tybalt and Toby are interacting going "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" and "SDJAFL;KJASLK;DJF;ALSDF" at each other, and it takes three times as long as usual to get through those parts because lol too busy flailing. INTERNET, I KNOW THAT THESE ARE A+ BOOKS BECAUSE I AM DEEPLY INVESTED IN THE CHARACTERS BEING ADORABLE (for my personal definition of adorable). I mean, seriously, when I'm reading The Dresden Files, I might :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD over bits, but they don't fill me with fucking joy the way these do. And, I mean, yeah. Things in The Dresden Files will make me sad, or upset me, or whatever. But I have yet to have the level of horrified DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD: reaction to anything in those books that I have to, say, April's reaction to her mum dying. (Oh, April, baby, no. :( Your mum's not going to be bringing you back any rabbits this time.)Okay, and internet, here is the thing. I'm sure you all know by now that, shit like "His snarl became suddenly louder, and he all but pounced on Alex, hoisting the other man by the upper arms like he weighed nothing at all. "How dare you!" he roared." pissed me the fuck off. A lot. AND YET. When Tybalt does it, I'm just all :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD all over the place. And I figured out why!
See, when Tybalt does shit like that (AT LEAST, THE WAY I INTERPRET IT), it's not because he thinks Toby needs protecting. It's not because he feels the need to take care of Toby. Toby can fucking well take care of herself. It's because he's fucking pissed off. And I'm not sure I'm making the distinction clear enough between pissed off because of a "rawr me need to protect little lady" feeling and being pissed off in a way that acknowledges that the woman is perfectly capable of taking care of it herself and there's no "must protect" feeling to it.
Plus, most of the time, Toby's the one control of the situation. From "Tybalt was getting over his surprise, looking even angrier now. I stepped forward, taking hold of his arm while I glared at Terrie." to "Then, turning to Tybalt, I said, "Do whatever you want. I'm done."" to ""Tybalt, most people can't answer questions when they can't breathe. Put him down." After a pause, I added, "Gently."" to "Tybalt growled. I put a hand on his knee, signaling him to be still." The fact that even when he's not pissed off about something done to Toby, he listens to her, and not for "oh I don't want her to see what a monster I can be blah blah blah" shitty reasons from so many other fucking books, is fucking awesome.
IN CLOSING: "The Luidaeg didn't come to kill me, and after a week had passed, I decided to stop waiting. I showed up on her doorstep with bagels and told her she could kill me if she wanted to. She laughed and called me an idiot, and we played chess for six hours. I still think she'll kill me someday. It's just not going to be anytime soon." MENT2BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB.
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Ooo, yes, this is so true! Tybalt does not care one bit who sees him as a grouchy, totally dangerous cat. It is what he is. And he is awesome. Why should he hide his awesome from the world, huh?
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