Gacked from, oh, everyone, it seems like:
This is the problem with LJ, we all think we are so close, and we know nothing about each other. I'm going to rectify it. I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about.
Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you.
This is the problem with LJ, we all think we are so close, and we know nothing about each other. I'm going to rectify it. I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about.
Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you.
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Date: 2004-11-09 01:38 pm (UTC)Robin Hobb is probably my very favorite author, but she's sort of a guilty pleasure. I could read her books over and over again, but logically, I know the writing isn't that good, it's just that she really pushes my buttons for epic subtextual love stories and conflicated, understandable villians.
Everything Neil Gaiman writes is beautiful and true and tragic. Or funny, depending. And I'll anything from Terry Pratchett.
Kate Walbert and Arundhati Roy (authors of "the Gardens of Kyoto" and "the God of Small Things", respectively) both write with a clean, stark loveliness that leaves you gasping, like the glimmer of light on a blade. But neither has written more than one novel, and I feel kind of silly saying that they're my favorite on the basis of just one thing. Similarily, "House of Leaves" by Mark. Z. Danielewski is the scariest book *ever*, but he'd need to write more for me to be sure I liked him.
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Date: 2004-11-09 02:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-09 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-10 01:12 pm (UTC)*grins* I'll be putting those into my 'to-be-read' list.