Reading Wednesday
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A Bollywood Affair by Sonali Dev. This book has an excellent premise, but unfortunately it's terribly executed.
When she was four and he was twelve, Malvika and Virat Rathod were married during an (illegal) mass religious ceremony. Virat moves away from the village, grows up, marries another woman, and is expecting a child, when he finds out that Mili – despite not having heard from him in twenty years - still considers them to be married. Virat is concerned about possible legal repercussions for his (current) wife and future child, and so he sends his brother Samir to talk Mili into signing divorce papers. Samir is a Bollywood director, infamous for dating a string of women and committing to none of them, so they both assume that he'll have no trouble charming Mili into doing anything he asks. Instead, obviously, he and Mili fall in love.
Every character is this book is written in a shallow and obvious manner, but the worst is probably Mili's supposed best friend Ridhi, who is consistently described as stupid, overly melodramatic, clothes-obsessed, and spoiled. One would think Mili hated her, except of course the point is really just to show how much better Mili is than those Other Girls. The first sex scene involves an incredibly inaccurate description of what a hymen is and where it's located, such that I would not have expected to read in a novel written after the 1980s. I don't mind a bit of miscommunication for the sake of drama, but these characters take it way beyond what is reasonable, refusing to talk to each other in scene after scene after scene. On the other hand, if you're into size kink, this is probably the book for you, as the author seems to really get off on describing how tiiiiiny Mili is and how biiiiiig Samir is, and mentions it pretty constantly.
I read this as an ARC via NetGalley.
Days of the Dead by Barbara Hambly.Okay, so this book is my favorite of the series. Or - well, it's hard to choose just one book. It's definitely in my top three. But when I've read reviews on GoodReads or other places, it seems to be relatively unpopular. So I'm really interested to see what ffa thinks of it!
I really like the new setting, and though I wouldn't want the entire series to be set there, I found Mexico City in the 1830s to be very interesting. I also love getting cameos from real historical figures, and Santa Anna is great. I mean, he's an asshole, but he's fascinating. And though he's a very minor character, I really like Cristobal. I would totally be interested in more about him, though I don't know how that would happen. Either Ben would have to go back to Mexico, and Cristobal would have somehow to come to New Orleans.
And the plot of this one! I LOVE IT. Hannibal is in grave danger! Everyone is mean to him! Rose and Ben have to go to great lengths to save him! He almost gets his heart cut out as a human sacrifice, OMG THIS IS RIDICULOUS AND I LOVE IT. And the poisoning mystery being resolved by a peanut allergy is wonderful. (Though it's very kind of Ben to originally assume Fernando was accidentally poisoned.) It's so odd to me to think of there not being New World foods in Europe. Sure, cactus or chirimoya, maybe even peanuts, but never having a chili in your life? That is a terrible fate!
There's so many little details and individual scenes in this book that I just adore. We finally find out how Ben and Hannibal first met, and it's so great. (I also like the 'suicide via jumping in a river' parallel to a thing that comes up later in Dead and Buried.) ELENA THE EVIL TWIN OMG I LOVE IT SO MUCH. It's basically everything I ever wanted out of a canon. And then Rose cross-dresses as a dude later! And then Hannibal cross-dresses as "Viola d'Illyria", which haaaaaaaa, of course he does. And then Ben in the too-small footman's disguise! There is just a ton of silly and fun clothes in this book.
I also love Rose saving Ben from a stampeding bull, and being entirely casual about it, all "yeah, I grew up herding cattle, nbd". The two mad-house scenes are so creepy, and I find the second one more so. It's more 'advanced' in terms of medicine, I suppose, but ugh, something about the cold rationality of it is just horrifying. The thing with the needle… I don't even know what the point of that was supposed to be, but ughhhh I can't even think about it.
I wonder if we're supposed to assume Valentina and Dillard end up at the Alamo, or if there's a happier end for them. Of course, there's pretty much no chance Ben would ever hear from them again either way, so it makes sense that we don't find out. (Actually it occurs to me that I could try googling, and apparently there was a real "John Dillard" who was from Tennessee and died at the Alamo. His widow apparently survived - Sarah, not Valentina, but I guess she could have changed her name.)
I love everything that happens in the last few chapters so much that I can't even pick a favorite line. I do like how it's left unclear if Fernando's ghost actually came back to tell Prospero what happened, or if Prospero might have just overheard something while drugged and interpreted it as Fernando. It's like the voodoo stuff in earlier books - the rational and the supernatural explanations seem equally plausible.
I think Prospero totally would have ended by dumping Hannibal in the well, without Anastasio's assistance, once he got bored of him. Hannibal's situation seems to be a pretty clear parallel to the women who did end up there (as well as Consuela's mom who didn't, but I don't think Hannibal is capable of knocking Prospero out).
Rose, who all this time had stood watching in the outer doorway, now closed the door and placed herself heroically before it. For an instant, January feared Ylario would threaten her with a pistol also, but he didn't-though by his expression he clearly wished he could.
He gestured to his guards to thrust her out of the way, and Rose flattened back against the door, her chill eyes promising the struggle-and the delay-that Ylario clearly wished to avoid.
Between this and Rose shooting and killing a dude at the climax, I am really into her low-key but hard-core possessiveness of Hannibal.
"But sometimes after the Days of the Dead are over, I have found altars there, in the crypts that are bored into their hearts. Little shrines decorated with shells and bits of turquoise and glass, with coins and bunches of tobacco. Places where the idols remain, watching over the cenotes - the holy wells - in the dark. And sometimes it is clear that food is not the only thing that has been given to the spirits, for the lilies and the marigolds before the images are splashed with fresh blood."
It's interesting that Anastasio was already planning to kill Hannibal at this early point. I also like the subtle indication of his thoughts in the way Anastasio speaks about Hannibal - this dialogue comes just a little bit after Ben made the point of noticing if people use "Don" vs "Senor" to speak to him, as it reveals a lot about their assumptions - and here Anastasio refers to "Senor Sefton" (when all the rest of the family seems to use Don), drops to just "Sefton" in the next sentence, and then "Hannibal". Particularly since there's no reason to think he and Hannibal are close friends.
Owing to a miscalculation of the kind one usually makes with one's finances - a too greedy consumption of pages 143 through 304 of Les Liaisons Dangereuses on Monday night - like the foolish virgin burning her lamp-oil I arrived at the accounts of Valmont's death, the Marquise de Merteuil's come-uppance, and the remaining two hours of my usual wakefulness at roughly two o'clock this morning. (I should know better than to commence reading with less than half an inch of pages in my right hand. Ah, mad love! Da me basia mille, deinde centum.... )
This is why Hannibal's my favorite: in the middle of a desperate "save my life!" letter, he pauses to give Ben a lengthy paragraph about what he's reading. <3
Some smaller bits that I really enjoyed:
If ever I have earned your regard or affection, please come and engage in a few sleuth-hound tactics. [...] Please come.
OH HANNIBAL. So much of reading this book is just me going "oh Hannibal". Of course they'll come! Of course Ben thinks of you affectionately! I also just adore that Hannibal is so into his nicknames that he actually addresses letters to Ben as "amicus meus".
"Doña Imelda de Bujerio," identified Hannibal, coming to the rail at January's side. "The gent in crimson is her son, Don Rafael; he'll explain to you a little later what it's like to be a black slave on a sugar plantation, he knows all about it from reading the novels of the Duchesse de Duras."
PERFECT DESCRIPTION. I totally know that guy.
"I kiss your hands and feet," he added to Rose as she pulled the handcuffs off him - both of them had at various times assured January that the simple locks on the average set of manacles were the most easily picked things in the world. January took their word for it - he'd never managed it. Hannibal took January's flask from him and took a second gulp, his hands still shaking badly, then turned to Rose to suit the action to the word and paused, thin fingers touching her wedding-band.
Then he looked back at January with unalloyed gladness in his face. "God, the best maker of all marriages / Combine your hearts as one. No wonder Athene of the Owl Eyes here was able to make such short work of the spancels of Universal Law; it's said love laughs at locksmiths. My dear friends, I wish you both happiness." He hugged Rose and kissed her cheek, got up from the stone bench and embraced January like a brother: his bones under his jacket felt like a bag of sticks.
GOD I LOVE THIS SCENE SO MUCH. They're so happy and cute and sweet!
"I doubt that if Fernando had cried out at the top of his lungs he'd have been heard." He winced, sickened with pity for even a man who would almost certainly have had him killed.
Oh, Hannibal. It's to have a male character whose gentleness/harmlessness is so marked, but who isn't looked down on for it.
"Perhaps," she added meditatively, putting her arms around January's waist from behind, "if we both thought very hard about it, we might find something to do of which Josefa would completely disapprove, in revenge for the day we've both had... ?"
I just love that Rose gets to be into sex and the initiator, despite her past. Everything about her and Ben's relationship is wonderful.
"Don't stay around to look." Hannibal's eyes, sunken in hollows of bruised-looking flesh, were deadly grave. "I'll search, and let you know somehow. Whatever it means, I suspect that like Macbeth's dinner-guests, standing not upon the order of your going is your best course of action. I'm sorry now I even wrote to you - a momentary attack of panic on my part. I never for the world thought..."
OH HANNIBAL. This whole book is seriously like the best sort of h/c fanfic.
[Consuela] looked sleek and well pleased with herself, and there was a love-bite on her neck; January wondered whose.
SO SNARKY, BEN. I do kind of wonder why he's so extremely judgmental of the Hannibal/Consuela relationship. On the one hand, I suppose he's right in that Consuela has hooked up with Rafael by the end of the book. On the other hand, Hannibal doesn't seem to mind all that much, so why does Ben care?
"Better that you saw it go out than in," said Rose in the comforting tone of one who doesn't have to sit in an underground hole with scorpions herself.
OMG ROSE I LOVE YOU.
"I've been lying here, pretending to be a virgin."
HAAAAAAA! Also, how does one pretend to be a virgin, Hannibal? This book has so many funny lines! It's wonderful.
Rose poured a little more laudanum into a glass and held it to Hannibal's lips. The ride - and the straightening and re-splinting of his leg - seemed to have taken the last of his strength; he appeared to January almost like a spot of sunlight on the worn linen of the bed, that would fade with the first cloud across the light.
Ben totally compares Hannibal to sunlight! That is so adorable. I already mentioned it in another comment, but I had to actually stick the quote in here.
"You know, I never expected you to come," Hannibal went on. "When you walked into Don Prospero's sala that day and kept Ylario from hauling me off to Mexico City to be hanged, even more intense and enormous than my gratitude was my surprise. Because I truly thought that I was going to die in Mexico. And it seemed a very obvious conclusion to the problems I have all my life been faced with, including such questions as what the hell I was going to do when Consuela found someone else and turned me out into the street. And now that I understand that I'm free, and going to live, I find myself filled with terror. I feel as if I have been delivered from drowning, only to be set ashore in some completely unfamiliar land, like the heroine of Twelfth Night, to make my way as an impostor: What country, friends, is this?"
"Illyria?" asked January softly. "Or only Louisiana?"
"The land of the living. God help me."
And with a flick of his wrist he threw his opium-bottle for out into the starry following sea.
I'm pretty sure on a boat with a broken leg is absolutely the worst time to try and go off of opium, but at least he's trying. I have this theory that Hannibal spends most of the first half of the series conceptualizing himself as dead or a ghost, which fits into his drug and alcohol use and why he's so detached from everything. This book is where he starts to change, both because a) he is confronted with and realizes that he doesn't actually want to die, and b) Ben and Rose showing up gives him something to live for. He has a friendship to be happy about and look forward to, and he also wants to repay them by being helpful and present and not in constant need of assistance.
(And the link to the FFA discussion, now closed.
What are you currently reading?
River of Smoke by Amitav Ghosh. The sequel to Sea of Poppies, which I read a few weeks ago. In India, China, and other nearby countries, various people get caught up in and have their lives disrupted by the build-up to the first of the Opium Wars.
The Goblin Emperor by Katherine Addison, and it's all![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
egelantier's fault. Not that I mind! It's a slow, quiet book, but very lovely.
A Bollywood Affair by Sonali Dev. This book has an excellent premise, but unfortunately it's terribly executed.
When she was four and he was twelve, Malvika and Virat Rathod were married during an (illegal) mass religious ceremony. Virat moves away from the village, grows up, marries another woman, and is expecting a child, when he finds out that Mili – despite not having heard from him in twenty years - still considers them to be married. Virat is concerned about possible legal repercussions for his (current) wife and future child, and so he sends his brother Samir to talk Mili into signing divorce papers. Samir is a Bollywood director, infamous for dating a string of women and committing to none of them, so they both assume that he'll have no trouble charming Mili into doing anything he asks. Instead, obviously, he and Mili fall in love.
Every character is this book is written in a shallow and obvious manner, but the worst is probably Mili's supposed best friend Ridhi, who is consistently described as stupid, overly melodramatic, clothes-obsessed, and spoiled. One would think Mili hated her, except of course the point is really just to show how much better Mili is than those Other Girls. The first sex scene involves an incredibly inaccurate description of what a hymen is and where it's located, such that I would not have expected to read in a novel written after the 1980s. I don't mind a bit of miscommunication for the sake of drama, but these characters take it way beyond what is reasonable, refusing to talk to each other in scene after scene after scene. On the other hand, if you're into size kink, this is probably the book for you, as the author seems to really get off on describing how tiiiiiny Mili is and how biiiiiig Samir is, and mentions it pretty constantly.
I read this as an ARC via NetGalley.
Days of the Dead by Barbara Hambly.
I really like the new setting, and though I wouldn't want the entire series to be set there, I found Mexico City in the 1830s to be very interesting. I also love getting cameos from real historical figures, and Santa Anna is great. I mean, he's an asshole, but he's fascinating. And though he's a very minor character, I really like Cristobal. I would totally be interested in more about him, though I don't know how that would happen. Either Ben would have to go back to Mexico, and Cristobal would have somehow to come to New Orleans.
And the plot of this one! I LOVE IT. Hannibal is in grave danger! Everyone is mean to him! Rose and Ben have to go to great lengths to save him! He almost gets his heart cut out as a human sacrifice, OMG THIS IS RIDICULOUS AND I LOVE IT. And the poisoning mystery being resolved by a peanut allergy is wonderful. (Though it's very kind of Ben to originally assume Fernando was accidentally poisoned.) It's so odd to me to think of there not being New World foods in Europe. Sure, cactus or chirimoya, maybe even peanuts, but never having a chili in your life? That is a terrible fate!
There's so many little details and individual scenes in this book that I just adore. We finally find out how Ben and Hannibal first met, and it's so great. (I also like the 'suicide via jumping in a river' parallel to a thing that comes up later in Dead and Buried.) ELENA THE EVIL TWIN OMG I LOVE IT SO MUCH. It's basically everything I ever wanted out of a canon. And then Rose cross-dresses as a dude later! And then Hannibal cross-dresses as "Viola d'Illyria", which haaaaaaaa, of course he does. And then Ben in the too-small footman's disguise! There is just a ton of silly and fun clothes in this book.
I also love Rose saving Ben from a stampeding bull, and being entirely casual about it, all "yeah, I grew up herding cattle, nbd". The two mad-house scenes are so creepy, and I find the second one more so. It's more 'advanced' in terms of medicine, I suppose, but ugh, something about the cold rationality of it is just horrifying. The thing with the needle… I don't even know what the point of that was supposed to be, but ughhhh I can't even think about it.
I wonder if we're supposed to assume Valentina and Dillard end up at the Alamo, or if there's a happier end for them. Of course, there's pretty much no chance Ben would ever hear from them again either way, so it makes sense that we don't find out. (Actually it occurs to me that I could try googling, and apparently there was a real "John Dillard" who was from Tennessee and died at the Alamo. His widow apparently survived - Sarah, not Valentina, but I guess she could have changed her name.)
I love everything that happens in the last few chapters so much that I can't even pick a favorite line. I do like how it's left unclear if Fernando's ghost actually came back to tell Prospero what happened, or if Prospero might have just overheard something while drugged and interpreted it as Fernando. It's like the voodoo stuff in earlier books - the rational and the supernatural explanations seem equally plausible.
I think Prospero totally would have ended by dumping Hannibal in the well, without Anastasio's assistance, once he got bored of him. Hannibal's situation seems to be a pretty clear parallel to the women who did end up there (as well as Consuela's mom who didn't, but I don't think Hannibal is capable of knocking Prospero out).
Rose, who all this time had stood watching in the outer doorway, now closed the door and placed herself heroically before it. For an instant, January feared Ylario would threaten her with a pistol also, but he didn't-though by his expression he clearly wished he could.
He gestured to his guards to thrust her out of the way, and Rose flattened back against the door, her chill eyes promising the struggle-and the delay-that Ylario clearly wished to avoid.
Between this and Rose shooting and killing a dude at the climax, I am really into her low-key but hard-core possessiveness of Hannibal.
"But sometimes after the Days of the Dead are over, I have found altars there, in the crypts that are bored into their hearts. Little shrines decorated with shells and bits of turquoise and glass, with coins and bunches of tobacco. Places where the idols remain, watching over the cenotes - the holy wells - in the dark. And sometimes it is clear that food is not the only thing that has been given to the spirits, for the lilies and the marigolds before the images are splashed with fresh blood."
It's interesting that Anastasio was already planning to kill Hannibal at this early point. I also like the subtle indication of his thoughts in the way Anastasio speaks about Hannibal - this dialogue comes just a little bit after Ben made the point of noticing if people use "Don" vs "Senor" to speak to him, as it reveals a lot about their assumptions - and here Anastasio refers to "Senor Sefton" (when all the rest of the family seems to use Don), drops to just "Sefton" in the next sentence, and then "Hannibal". Particularly since there's no reason to think he and Hannibal are close friends.
Owing to a miscalculation of the kind one usually makes with one's finances - a too greedy consumption of pages 143 through 304 of Les Liaisons Dangereuses on Monday night - like the foolish virgin burning her lamp-oil I arrived at the accounts of Valmont's death, the Marquise de Merteuil's come-uppance, and the remaining two hours of my usual wakefulness at roughly two o'clock this morning. (I should know better than to commence reading with less than half an inch of pages in my right hand. Ah, mad love! Da me basia mille, deinde centum.... )
This is why Hannibal's my favorite: in the middle of a desperate "save my life!" letter, he pauses to give Ben a lengthy paragraph about what he's reading. <3
Some smaller bits that I really enjoyed:
If ever I have earned your regard or affection, please come and engage in a few sleuth-hound tactics. [...] Please come.
OH HANNIBAL. So much of reading this book is just me going "oh Hannibal". Of course they'll come! Of course Ben thinks of you affectionately! I also just adore that Hannibal is so into his nicknames that he actually addresses letters to Ben as "amicus meus".
"Doña Imelda de Bujerio," identified Hannibal, coming to the rail at January's side. "The gent in crimson is her son, Don Rafael; he'll explain to you a little later what it's like to be a black slave on a sugar plantation, he knows all about it from reading the novels of the Duchesse de Duras."
PERFECT DESCRIPTION. I totally know that guy.
"I kiss your hands and feet," he added to Rose as she pulled the handcuffs off him - both of them had at various times assured January that the simple locks on the average set of manacles were the most easily picked things in the world. January took their word for it - he'd never managed it. Hannibal took January's flask from him and took a second gulp, his hands still shaking badly, then turned to Rose to suit the action to the word and paused, thin fingers touching her wedding-band.
Then he looked back at January with unalloyed gladness in his face. "God, the best maker of all marriages / Combine your hearts as one. No wonder Athene of the Owl Eyes here was able to make such short work of the spancels of Universal Law; it's said love laughs at locksmiths. My dear friends, I wish you both happiness." He hugged Rose and kissed her cheek, got up from the stone bench and embraced January like a brother: his bones under his jacket felt like a bag of sticks.
GOD I LOVE THIS SCENE SO MUCH. They're so happy and cute and sweet!
"I doubt that if Fernando had cried out at the top of his lungs he'd have been heard." He winced, sickened with pity for even a man who would almost certainly have had him killed.
Oh, Hannibal. It's to have a male character whose gentleness/harmlessness is so marked, but who isn't looked down on for it.
"Perhaps," she added meditatively, putting her arms around January's waist from behind, "if we both thought very hard about it, we might find something to do of which Josefa would completely disapprove, in revenge for the day we've both had... ?"
I just love that Rose gets to be into sex and the initiator, despite her past. Everything about her and Ben's relationship is wonderful.
"Don't stay around to look." Hannibal's eyes, sunken in hollows of bruised-looking flesh, were deadly grave. "I'll search, and let you know somehow. Whatever it means, I suspect that like Macbeth's dinner-guests, standing not upon the order of your going is your best course of action. I'm sorry now I even wrote to you - a momentary attack of panic on my part. I never for the world thought..."
OH HANNIBAL. This whole book is seriously like the best sort of h/c fanfic.
[Consuela] looked sleek and well pleased with herself, and there was a love-bite on her neck; January wondered whose.
SO SNARKY, BEN. I do kind of wonder why he's so extremely judgmental of the Hannibal/Consuela relationship. On the one hand, I suppose he's right in that Consuela has hooked up with Rafael by the end of the book. On the other hand, Hannibal doesn't seem to mind all that much, so why does Ben care?
"Better that you saw it go out than in," said Rose in the comforting tone of one who doesn't have to sit in an underground hole with scorpions herself.
OMG ROSE I LOVE YOU.
"I've been lying here, pretending to be a virgin."
HAAAAAAA! Also, how does one pretend to be a virgin, Hannibal? This book has so many funny lines! It's wonderful.
Rose poured a little more laudanum into a glass and held it to Hannibal's lips. The ride - and the straightening and re-splinting of his leg - seemed to have taken the last of his strength; he appeared to January almost like a spot of sunlight on the worn linen of the bed, that would fade with the first cloud across the light.
Ben totally compares Hannibal to sunlight! That is so adorable. I already mentioned it in another comment, but I had to actually stick the quote in here.
"You know, I never expected you to come," Hannibal went on. "When you walked into Don Prospero's sala that day and kept Ylario from hauling me off to Mexico City to be hanged, even more intense and enormous than my gratitude was my surprise. Because I truly thought that I was going to die in Mexico. And it seemed a very obvious conclusion to the problems I have all my life been faced with, including such questions as what the hell I was going to do when Consuela found someone else and turned me out into the street. And now that I understand that I'm free, and going to live, I find myself filled with terror. I feel as if I have been delivered from drowning, only to be set ashore in some completely unfamiliar land, like the heroine of Twelfth Night, to make my way as an impostor: What country, friends, is this?"
"Illyria?" asked January softly. "Or only Louisiana?"
"The land of the living. God help me."
And with a flick of his wrist he threw his opium-bottle for out into the starry following sea.
I'm pretty sure on a boat with a broken leg is absolutely the worst time to try and go off of opium, but at least he's trying. I have this theory that Hannibal spends most of the first half of the series conceptualizing himself as dead or a ghost, which fits into his drug and alcohol use and why he's so detached from everything. This book is where he starts to change, both because a) he is confronted with and realizes that he doesn't actually want to die, and b) Ben and Rose showing up gives him something to live for. He has a friendship to be happy about and look forward to, and he also wants to repay them by being helpful and present and not in constant need of assistance.
(And the link to the FFA discussion, now closed.
What are you currently reading?
River of Smoke by Amitav Ghosh. The sequel to Sea of Poppies, which I read a few weeks ago. In India, China, and other nearby countries, various people get caught up in and have their lives disrupted by the build-up to the first of the Opium Wars.
The Goblin Emperor by Katherine Addison, and it's all
egelantier's fault. Not that I mind! It's a slow, quiet book, but very lovely.
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Date: 2014-10-09 07:53 am (UTC)I DO HAVE A THEORY ABOUT THAT >:D
oh, i really love the idea that hannibal sees himself as a ghost prior to this book, which explains a lot and also has a virtue of being very pleasingly tragic; and then yes, i think his letter to ben and rose is the instinctual, unthinking plea for life and he ABSOLUTELY doesn't expect it to be answered. and when it is, he does have to rise to it...
i find it poignant and telling, though, that he doesn't quite succeed until he confronts his past and lets it go, in the later book.
(goblin emperor yesssssssssssssssssssssss yes yes).
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Date: 2014-10-09 07:49 pm (UTC)Yesss! I didn't want to get into it too much, because there's at least two people participating in the book club who haven't read the rest of the series yet, but there's a few things he says in the next books that also go along with "dead/ghost" theory. He doesn't really stop it until The Shirt on His Back. And then even after that, he continues to have the whole extreme gratitude/loyalty/"I would die for you" thing going on, because see, Ben and Rose gave him something to live for, which is much more important that just being physically alive.
:D I'm glad I'm reading it! It's a great book.
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Date: 2014-10-09 07:56 pm (UTC)i'm not nursing any cunning plans to make you write all the goblin emperor fics or anything, no sir.no subject
Date: 2014-10-09 08:29 pm (UTC)We'll see! I gotta finish it first.
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