thebitterguy

So I went book shopping with Cynra on Saturday in order to validate our parking (If you buy $25 of books you save $8 on parking. To some people, that might not make sense), and I picked up a book of essays by Ray Bradbury and Blood and Iron by Elizabeth Bear.

Bear's name gets bandied (I love that word, btw. Bandied, bandied, bandied) about during discussions of new genre authors, so I thought I'd get something of hers. I consider this a noble action on my part since Hammered, one of her SF books (about a Canadian, even!) just didn't get my crank turning. I left it to read a cheesy TSR paperback, although I never finished F.R.E.E.Lancers either.

The strange bit was I had a great deal of difficulty figuring out which book to buy. The Promethean Age books seemed interesting (covering urban fantasy in modern and Elizabethan times) but I could not for the life of me figure out which one to buy first. When I was a kid, books in series had numbers on them! And they let us keep track of which one was which! And we LIKED it!

I also remembered that I'd gotten a short story compilation of hers when I was out East for Thanksgiving too. So I'll make my way to that when I finish this one.