I read my first science fiction in 6th grade. I avoided science fiction before than. I really can’t remember why. (I looked for ghost stories, mysteries and historicals.)
But in 6th grade I found a book with a girl on the cover; she loved reading and could lift things with her mind. It reminded me a little bit of that old movie Witch Mountain. I figured a book like that would be pretty good.
From what I’ve read online, 6th grade is a bit late to get into science fiction. But that was when I got into it so . . .
It was called The Girl with Silver Eyes. I Googled it and discovered it was first published in 1980. It’s amazing to me that its been in print for so long. 32 years. Longer than I’ve been alive. 😉
After all this time, I don’t think I remember the book well enough to say why it enthralled me so. I think it was the combination of:
a kick-ass female character
powers I would love to have
I really liked how she could move stuff with her mind and how she found friends who could do the same thing and that they then went on to defeat the bad guy. The guy who exposed them to chemicals while still in the womb and turned them into mutants. That actually sounds like how a lot of superheros/villians are born: get exposed to something and get superpowers. Spiderman, the Incredible Hulk, the Fantastic Four . . .
I wanted superpowers. (In fact, even today wouldn’t object to superpowers. Possibly telekinesis.)
Plus, The Girl with Silver Eyes was a fast, quick read. I suppose it is one of the reasons why the fast-paced, exciting reads are still the ones I seek out and the ones I usually like best.
After reading this, I looked for other science fiction books. I found The Gift by Lois Lowery and Madeleine L’Engle. I’ve reread the Gift, but I’ve never reread The Girl with Silver Eyes (mostly because it disappeared from the library shelves) and I think I should.
What was the first science fiction book you ever read?
A new friday flash! This one is 169 words. It was inspired by this photo at wiki commons.
Daybreak turned the sky a beautiful, harsh orange. The bright color hurt her eyes and she slipped the special dark goggles over her eyes.
Why had he come here? Even for a hunter such as her brother, survival would be difficult here. Too much sun. No red lakes to feed on. No decent winds to ride.
A sharp roar tore through the air. She whirled around, saw the all surface truck rise through the air. She ran; her bodyguard sprinted ahead and shot at it. But it rose too fast and was soon too far away to even see.
The truck left behind a small pile of dirt. A small furry animal poked its head out of the ground.
She raised her weapon and shot it. It was a neat shot; only a little bit of blood stained the ground. She picked it, put her mouth to the wound and sucked out its sweet red blood.
“We’ll find more,” she said to the guard. “We’ll rebuild and take revenge.”
So I am reading the latest Anita Blake book: Kiss the Dead. (Also, I am really disgusted by the mental picture I get of Anita smooching a corpse.)
I started Kiss the Dead only yesterday, but it looks promising. A baby vampire gets the better of her in the first few pages. Amusing, since she usually kicks master vampire ass. Sometimes seduces them, too.
Anyway, there is one thing she repeats over and over: I am small and tough.
As if I had not read the same thing a few paragraphs up, a few pages back and in every single book that came before this one. Over and over and over. I am small and tough, small and tough, small and tough, small and tough . . . .
But anyway. My irritation isn’t enough to keep me from reading this new Anita Blake book, too. In fact, it looks more promising than previous books. I. E. she fights the baby vampire to the ground instead of seducing him into submission.
Not that this cover image exactly pushes the idea of the kick-ass vampire hunter. It’s looks more damsel in distress to me, but maybe that’s not Anita? I am not sure.
This line made me laugh:
Jesus, some people don’t enough balls to be undead.
As if balls are a prerequisite for being undead.
No sign of Olaf yet, but I am hopeful. Full review next week, when I am done.
When wizards threaten Glorianna Belladonna and her work to keep Ephemera balanced, her brother Lee sacrifices himself in order to save her-and ends up an asylum inmate in the city of Vision.
But a darkness is spreading through Vision, perplexing the Shamans who protect it. And Lee is the only one who can shed any light on its mysteries…
I enjoyed Bridge of Dreams. I have to say I am not sure I could have understood Bridge of Dreams if I hadn’t read the previous Ephemera books. Also, I am a big fan of Anne Bishop and I’d been looking forward to Bridge of Dreams for a long time before it came it out. IMHO, it ended too soon.
So. In last book, Belladonna, lost a bit of herself. In the aftermath of the last book, she changed. Our hero, Lee, isn’t comfy with those changes. Also, he’s not comfy with her SO.
The world-building, as always, is fantastic. Her world-building is one the reasons why I love Anne Bishop and she doesn’t disappoint in this book. Some of it takes a little getting used to. I mean, the idea of a three-in-one-person is a little weird? And the notion they all different lovers, also three-in-one? I think it can probably get a little confusing.
I suppose that’s one of the things I dislike – at the end, the guy ends with one of the three-in-one-person and how does that work? It never explains. I don’t want the nitty-gritty details, but I want something more.
Anyway. The things I really liked – the world, the characters. I really loved the first scene from the POV from the three-in-one-person. It was strange and wonderful and really odd, too. All three of them are different. And then, at the end, it became a lot more clear just what they all need. It was really cool to read.
But the ending. Thing is, it didn’t feel like a real ending. It felt like there could be more, a lot more. Not just one character, either, but quite a few of them. The story needs to continue! I need closure.
At the BEA, I saw people getting their kindles signed. That is to say, they held out their kindle cover and asked the author to sign them. Some people had oodles of signatures on their kindle cover, kind of like some people get a cast signed by everyone they know.
It’s strange. I mean, it’s good they can get the autographs they want and not have to clutter up their home with physical books. The clutterless-ness of eBooks is one of the reasons why I like them.
But still. It never occurred to me bring my kindle cover to be signed. I mean, really, the thought only appeared in my head as a passing fancy. Because I can’t truly believe signature on a kindle cover is a real autograph. My mind shies away from the thought.
This shows me that my conversion to ebooks isn’t as complete as I thought it was. In truth, I don’t want to convert more wholly to ebooks than I have already. Which feels like an odd thought – I thought I wanted to convert 100% to ebooks. But no. 90% is good enough for me.
Also, while searching online for a picture of a signed kindle cover, I discovered an actual kindle whose back was covered by autographs. It boggles my mind.
My high school English teacher offered as quotes from several books (I can’t remember why now) and it was amazing.
The sun burnt every day. It burnt Time. The world rushed in a circle and turned on its axis and time was busy burning the years and the people anyway, without any help from him. So if he burnt things with the firemen and the sun burnt Time, that meant that everything burnt!
I asked the teacher after class what book it was from and she said Fahrenheit 451. I’d seen it in the library, but truthfully, from the back cover blurb, it hadn’t seemed very exciting.
Also, it was old. Back then I felt old books were boring and oddly written. (I still feel this way sometimes. But not usually.) I didn’t know anything about Ray Bradbury and I couldn’t imagine he was still alive.
That quote? It made me want to go and get it. The idea of everything burning entranced me. 🙂
I didn’t get Fahrenheit 451 than. Or that year. It was years before I actually got Fahrenheit 451. But it stayed in my mind. It changed my ideas about what older books are like.
Ray Bradbury didn’t introduce me to science fiction, like he did for a lot of people. His work didn’t make me to love science fiction. (I already loved it by the time I discovered him.)
But his stuff features rather prominently in the SF I do love. I was thrilled when I discovered he was still alive (sometime after high school). It depresses me that he didn’t stay that way. 😦
I didn’t get the only book I wanted from the BEA today. The signing was from 11 to 12 instead 1 to 2, like I thought. Silly me. Could have sworn it started at 1.
The book was After: Nineteen Stories of Apocalypse and Dystopia, edited by Ellen Datlow. I really like the anthologies she edits.
I did get a lot of others. I’ve already given away some and I expect I will give more away before I am done. I am only actually interested in keeping a handful.
Out of all them, the science fiction football book looks the most interesting. The writer sold a lot from his own website apparently, but I never heard of it before. The author sounded familiar, though, which is why I read the blurb and thought: this sounds good!!
I am hoping I have found a new writer to love.
I wish I’d been able to get more science fiction books. I really didn’t get any of the books I planned on getting, but you know what? I am not complaining. I am happy I got to go at all. I am really happy about the books I did get.
Especially Killing Moon by N. K. Jemisin, which was probably the highlight of BookExpo America 2012 for me.
So, today was the second day of book signings at the BookExpo!
I only got one book signed and not one I had planned on, either.
It’s The Killing Moon by N. K. Jemisin. She was very nice.
I didn’t even know she was going to be there or she would have been on my list for sure. I must have missed her name on the author signings list on the BEA website. I got lucky because she ran out of books moments after I got there. Yes!!!!!!! Lucky!
I think Rachel Ray must have been there, too, because some people came up and asked, is this the line for Rachel Ray? I didn’t see her, but she has such a perky personality, I don’t know how I missed her. Not that I wanted a cookbook.
Also, I got a bunch of gay romances. They are heavier than they look. The binding must be quite good. They were just lying on the floor and I picked them up. They are all authors I enjoy, so again, lucky!!!!!
This pic is silent testament to the sheer number of gay romances I enjoy. I’ve read all of these authors.
I wanted to get to John Scalzi‘s signing Redshirts today, but that couldn’t happen. I am not too disappointed.