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([personal profile] muccamukk Apr. 28th, 2026 10:54 pm)
The Last...

Movie I watched: Persuasion (2007)
Series I finished: The Other Bennet Sister (2026)
Book I finished: The Once and Future Riot by Joe Sacco (2024)
Book I bought: Cards of Grief by Jane Yolen (1984)
Book I received as a gift: Not sure, I've had a "Dear God, I have too many books already!" standing comment on gifts for some years now.
Food I ate: Okonomiyaki.
Meal I cooked: Same as above.
Drink I had: Other than water, coffee with cream. If alcohol, rum and orange juice a couple days ago.
Song I listened to: "Everything's Going to Be Alright" by Beverley Knight.
Album I listened to: J.S. Bach's Goldberg Variations by Angela Hewitt.
Playlist I listened to: I don't really playlist.
Concert I went to: Lennie Gallant last fall? Maybe?
Game I played: Civilisation IV: Beyond the Sword
Person I talked to: Nenya.
Person I texted: A neighbour lady.
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([personal profile] conuly May. 2nd, 2026 01:45 am)
Anybody able to recommend a library or ten that allows for nonresident digital cards?

There’s a series I was reading, and the three libraries in NYC have books 1 - 4 and then 9 - 11. I don’t like it enough to pay for just the missing books. I still want to read them. More library systems, that I would pay for. (And hopefully get these books.)
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([personal profile] oliviacirce Apr. 28th, 2026 07:43 pm)
I have two Andrea Gibson poems for you today, since I couldn't pick and also missed yesterday.

Instead of Depression )

*

How the Worst Day of My Life Became the Best )
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([personal profile] asakiyume Apr. 28th, 2026 07:39 pm)
In spite of near crippling pre-trip nerves, my visit in Leticia was wonderful!
--I was a passenger on a motorbike multiple times!
--I swam in a river! (Not The river, but a river)
-- I saw a pink river dolphin and many gray ones!
--I made asaí juice!
--I did a craft project with the kids of one of my friends and played chase games with them!
--I made the acquaintance of a truly grandísima ceiba!
--I visited a shelter for stray dogs run by a friend of one of my friends!
--I saw a parade for the 159th anniversary of Leticia's founding!

But probably the thing that people would most enjoy seeing at this point in time is... an encounter with a pet capybara. He was a sweetie ^_^

In the comments of a previous Tuesday Top Five entry, I expressed interest in “a critical analysis about the lineage from paranormal romance to modern ‘romantasy’.” I was thrilled to find out that such an analysis exists in this series of Tumblr posts, which discuss some of the influences on Sarah J. Maas’ currently trendy A Court of Thorns and Roses and similar “horny fairy” books (none of which I’ve read), including both paranormal romance and urban fantasy. While I’ve heard those two genre labels expressed as if they're synonyms, they’re a Venn Diagram if anything, and before I associated the latter term with the likes of Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, I saw it linked to Charles de Lint’s Newford stories and the Bordertown series created by Terri Windling. Both projects blend the mythology of elves and other fae creatures with urban countercultures in similar ways, both of them shaped me as a person, and both get shoutouts in the Tumblr discussion that I linked earlier. So I might be a hipster fantasy reader who Liked Fairies Before It Was Cool, but I will never pretend I was the only one.

Besides the Newford and Bordertown series, here are five other books based upon fairy mythology that I loved as a child, as a teen, and into my twenties. For the purposes of this post, I’m going to use the terms fairy/faerie/fae more or less interchangeably, guided by what seem to be the authors’ own preferences.

1. The Fairy Rebel (1985) by Lynne Reid Banks

A chance meeting in the garden leads Jan to befriend a fairy named Tiki, who promises Jan what she wants most in the world. But their friendship angers the Queen of the Fairies, and her desire for revenge endangers Jan’s family years later.

The Fairy Rebel was a childhood favorite of mine, and although I have some mixed feelings about it now (among other things, the ending implies a magical cure for a human disability), I still think that Banks beautifully captured the sense of wonder at the possibility that there is a hidden world of magical beings just beyond our line of sight. Also, there is a wonderful moment near the end, in which Jan stands up to the Queen, that I still think about years later.

2. I Was A Teenage Fairy (1998) by Francesca Lia Block

Pressured into a modeling career by her overbearing mother, eleven-year-old Barbie befriends a tiny, smart-mouthed fairy named Mab, who helps Barbie face her trauma and reclaim her agency as she grows into adolescence.

I have written previously about my adolescent obsession with Francesca Lia Block’s writing; this book was published at the peak of my adoration, and contained many of the elements that made her work so appealing to me, from its command of imagery and metaphor (including several memorable passages that personify cities as magnificent women) to its dedication to taking the emotions of teenage girls seriously. (Less happily, it also contains a narrative throughline concerning child sexual abuse – mostly off-page, but it’s pretty clear what’s going on throughout.) Barbie’s experience of childhood and young womanhood were very different from my life, or any life that I expected or hoped to lead, but I definitely related to her feeling like she couldn’t please any of the adults in her life and seeking comfort in a friendship with a being that might or might not have been imaginary.

3. Extraordinary (2010) by Nancy Werlin

Privileged but kind-hearted Phoebe reaches out to Mallory, the peculiar new girl in her seventh-grade class, and six years later, the girls are best friends who share everything… or so Phoebe thinks, until she meets her friend’s very attractive, beguiling, and never-before-mentioned older brother. Mallory has a hidden agenda – suggested in ominous “Conversations with the Faerie Queen” interspersed between the chapters from her friend’s perspective – which is connected to a generational link between Phoebe’s family and the faerie realm.

Although technically the middle book in a trilogy – which begins with Impossible and concludes with UnthinkableExtraordinary stands beautifully on my own and is by far my favorite of the three. I love the slow backstory reveal, which blends fantasy with real-life Jewish history; normally I have a pretty big problem with stories that attribute human innovation and success to extrahuman intervention, but I didn't mind it in this case. I have even more admiration for Werlin’s choice to portray the Supernatural Boyfriend (a trope that was very recognizable in the YA fiction of 2010) as manipulative and toxic, while the actual emotional payoff comes from an equally fraught but ultimately redemptive female friendship.

4. Cuckoo Song (2014) by Frances Hardinge

In the wake of the First World War – in which her brother was killed in action – Triss lives a sheltered life with respectable parents who dote on her during her frequent illnesses. At first, her recovery from an apparent near-drowning is no different, but soon Triss finds herself mysteriously shedding leaves and hungering not only for food but for objects around her house, and suspects that her family, especially her little sister, know more about what happened to her than they’re telling.

Every book that I’ve read by Frances Hardinge has been an imaginative masterpiece, but I think Cuckoo Song contains some of her best work in terms of the fantasy worldbuilding; her exploration of the characters, their relationships, and the times in which they live; and how all of these elements intertwine. If you like protagonists who struggle with their own monstrous impulses, and stories that use fantasy and horror elements to explore dysfunctional family dynamics and societal upheavals, and ambiguous but hopeful endings, I recommend this book with my whole heart.

5. The Darkest Part of the Forest (2015) by Holly Black

For the humans who live in the secluded village of Fairfold, an uneasy coexistence with fae creatures is part of everyday life. Like their neighbors (as well as the tourists who understand the charms but not the dangers of Fairfold), Hazel and her brother Ben are perpetually fascinated by the mysterious boy with pointed ears and horns who sleeps in a glass coffin in the woods, but their years of daydreaming can’t prepare them for the day that he’s released, for the even more dangerous creature that threatens their community, or for the secrets that the siblings have hidden from each other and themselves.

Holly Black has been publishing contemporary fantasy about the faerie folk since the early 2000s, and although Darkest Part takes place in the same universe as her popular Folk of the Air series (of which I’ve read some but not all), it tells a self-contained story that I actually like a whole lot better. I love how the author portrays the terrifying nature of the Folk and the idiosyncrasies of life in Fairfold; I love Hazel’s character development, her relationship with Ben, and the revelations about her past. Although Black's navigation of Supernatural Boyfriend tropes isn't subversive like I consider Werlin's to be, both Hazel's and Ben's romance storylines feel distinctive and original. As someone raised by artist parents in a tiny rural town, where I definitely would have loved to believed that there were mysterious creatures hiding in the woods, this story has resonated with me every time I’ve reread it.
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([personal profile] kaberett Apr. 28th, 2026 10:29 pm)

Last week I:

  • finished weaving in the ends on A's gloves (before we hit site for the first event of the year)
  • read more She's A Beast
  • ate a bunch of food I didn't have to cook (current experiment: do Lichfield brownie bars only taste That Good in a field?)
  • explored Steeplechase LRP Centre when it had PEOPLE on it (and also when it didn't)
  • including seeing a green woodpecker!
  • and SO many birds of prey
  • made a bunch of unilateral decisions about where tents would go directly affecting two other departments in response to external constraints, and redesigned internal tent layout on the fly in response to different external constraints, and... it all worked???
  • rethought several steps in the lost property process and goodness that works way better and is much less stressful

and then today has been about half and half "sleep" and "endless lost property paperwork". And Now: To Bed.

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([personal profile] swan_tower Apr. 28th, 2026 05:47 pm)
When I sold my twentieth poem recently, I found myself wondering: how many poems have I written?

Several other questions instantly followed in its wake. How far back am I counting? (All the way to that poetry book we did in second or third grade, that I only remember because my parents found it when they moved?) Do I count failed-but-complete drafts of poems I later wrote very differently? (Or are those the same poem . . .) What about incidental things I've tossed off that don't really feel like they should count, like that senryu about jet lag written while, yes, horrifically jet-lagged? (There are probably things in this category I don't even remember: I keep good records, but not perfect ones.)

I finally decided on three rules:

1) Only poems written since I Began Writing Poetry (with "The Great Undoing") count.
2) Early failed drafts of later poems do not count.
3) To count, I must consider the poem "successful" -- meaning worth either posting online or submitting to markets.

By those metrics, I had ninety. And then I asked myself the last, fatal question:

When did I write "The Great Undoing," anyway?

The answer, my friends, is April 2021.

A mad plan instantly proposed itself. I had eleven days left in April, and I was a mere ("mere") ten poems away from one hundred in five years. (Ish. I've attempted to find out when in April I wrote "The Great Undoing," with no success. I decided the anniversary month was good enough.) Could I get myself to that line before the month was out -- understanding that I needed not only to write ten more poems, but ten I considered successful?

As you can guess from this post, the answer is "yes." In part because I got a sizable boost when I remembered four haiku/senryu I'd written for an exchange last summer, which I'd never done anything with; upon examination, I found they were in fact not bad and I should send them somewhere. But I've written six poems I think are successful in the last week: a rate that would have seemed inconceivable to me just a few years ago, when one a month was about all I could manage. And I didn't go only for low-hanging fruit, either; this includes a garland cinquain, elegiac couplets (a Latin meter English does not play nice with), a fifty-six-line nonce form that rhymes throughout . . .

. . . and a sestina. Specifically, the sestina that has been my white whale since 2007, long before I Began Writing Poetry, when my crit group gently told me that a flash piece I'd written was not very good but yes, my vague thought that maybe it should be a poem? was probably right. I've taken several runs at it over the years, though none in the last five. So of course I decided it needed to be Number One Hundred. (Quoth my sister: "Call Me Ishmarie.")

I finally did it. And so, in celebration, I leave you with Poem #101, with apologies for hopping on a bandwagon only slightly less overloaded than Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah":

This Is Just to Say

I have written
the poem
that I've failed at
for nineteen years

and which
had become
my
white whale

Actually
it turns out
it wasn't
that hard


(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/hhzpX6)
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I opened the fridge door today to get milk for my mid-morning coffee ... and the WHOLE DOOR FELL OFF!!! (not *quite* onto my toes...) Casualties, apart from the door - the bottom hinge assembly has crumbled into plastic oblivion - 4 eggs and a jar of pear puree. However, it does kind of make the fridge unusable. I've ordered a new one - similar dimensions, which is important as the Rekitchenation in '09 was pretty much built round my current appliances, but fewer shelves in the door and only 3 freezer compartments.

I've emptied the fridge contents into a couple of middling-size coolbags, and most of the freezer into the giant coolbag. The top shelf flap in the freezer has, as it often does, iced up completely (I'm looking forward to that not happening!), so I've emptied the rest and am leaving it with the power off and the freezer door open; if it won't free up soon I'll take a hammer to it. Desperate situations, desperate remedies...

Then I've got to take all the stuff off the kitchen shelves, to make room to get old one out & new one in; get all the stuff off the TOP of the old one ... and find space to put all that. And the delivery is coming between 10am and 2pm tomorrow, so before 10am tomorrow after I get up I have to move several bags/boxes/etc out of the hall, living room, and kitchen, to make even more room for things to happen. But that can't happen till tomorrow, because most of it will have to go ON THE FRODDING BED. The fridge-top stuff & the shelf stuff will have to go into big tote bags on/in the bath, I fear.
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([personal profile] osprey_archer Apr. 28th, 2026 11:12 am)
Since I started posting my book log challenge lists, it’s been bothering me that I never posted the lists for years 2012, 2013, and 2014. I’ve decided to correct this, starting today with 2012.

You may notice that this list includes multiple entries for Frances Hodgson Burnett and Rosemary Sutcliff. In subsequent lists I decided that I could include each author only once per year, having realized that otherwise repeat author names might clog up the lists for ages.

Frances Hodgson Burnett - Editha’s Burglar

Franny Billingsley - The Robber Girl

Rosemary Sutcliff - The Chronicles of Robin Hood

Lisa See - Lady Tan’s Circle of Women

John Scalzi - Starter Villain

Rosemary Sutcliff - The Iliad. I never reviewed this book (or its companion The Odyssey. They had gorgeous illustrations by Alan Lee but otherwise were very standard retellings.

Frances Hodgson Burnett - The Cozy Lion. Didn’t review this one either. A bit of fluff.

Rosemary Sutcliff - The Odyssey

Elizabeth Wein - Cobalt Squadron
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I created a "group" on the My Little Pony FanFiction archive and community extraordinaire, FiMFiction, with the objective of finding translations of the stories found there. Unlike the world, FiMFiction is only in English. I can't change that but I can create a multi-lingual reference library within FiMFiction to make it easier for people to find translations in their language of choice. This is it: Found in Translation. It consists of folders that only contain title cards of stories that have been translated and a forum where the title cards appear again but this time with the all-important links to the translations. Each language is clearly indicated on each folder and on each "thread" in the forum, but the stories themselves are not in alphabetical order. It's easy to search a thread for a specific title or author using the 'find in page' function of your browser. The folders are only useful for me, they help me keep from adding the same translation to the list over and over again.

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FiMFiction contains about 125 thousand stories that are rated Everyone and Teen. That's two billion words. If you were to read all it, non-stop, it would take you about 800 weeks. Change the settings (in the horizontal blue bar at the top) to allow "View Mature" and you're up to 150 thousand stories. There is no easy way of finding stories published on FiMFiction that have been translated. Maybe one story in a hundred gets translated and it's a rare author who provides a link to a translation in the story summary or teaser. If you are looking for a translation, it's like looking for natural pearls. You gotta shuck a lot of oysters.

Found in Translation changes that. It's over 1,400 pearls all in one place. Many of the stories are entire books, like Anthropology (translated into Spanish, Korean, Italian and Ukrainian), Fallout: Equestria (translated into Spanish, French and Italian) and Hard Reset (translated into Spanish, Russian and French). There are only 12 languages to choose from right now, but more languages will be added as they are found. So far the Spanish, Russian and Chinese folders contain over 300 stories each and the French folder has just under 200. This is a work in progress, more stories are added every week and lately I've been working on building up the Polish collection. I don't speak Polish but I found a pattern on a Polish forum...

I figure that in order for a person to put in the time and effort to translate a story, it is probably a good story. Ergo, if you're looking for something to read, come on down to https://www.fimfiction.net/group/219287/found-in-translation and take a look. You could choose some translated fanfiction and polish your language comprehension skills, or you can always just come on by to find something to read in English. It's free book day every day there.

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([personal profile] adrian_turtle Apr. 27th, 2026 11:33 pm)
The inpatient epilepsy monitoring is boring and uncomfortable. I had realized I'd be stuck in a hospital room, but underestimated the extent of being stuck in bed. I need to ask for help to get out of bed for the bathroom, and use those excursions to charge my phone or get a different book from my suitcase. After the first couple of days, they moved the pulse oximiter from my fingertip to my toe, making it easier to crochet as well as to wash my hands. I'm 5 days in, currently trying to see what fatigue will trigger.

[Insert image: A couple of blanket-covered feet sticking up in a hospital bed with padded side bumpers. Nearby clutter includes The Bride of the Rat God,, a tangle of very bright blue yarn, a juice box of soymilk, A red light glows through sock and blanket at the apex of one foot.]


Robert Louis Stevenson wrote of a time before videogames:

When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay
To keep me happy all the day.

And sometimes for an hour or so
I'd watch my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills.

And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets
Or brought my trees and houses out
And planted cities all about.

I was the giant, great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of Counterpane.
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([personal profile] conuly May. 1st, 2026 09:56 pm)


As you may guess, this was inspired by the folksong of the same name. You can find more information about that song here.
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([personal profile] conuly Apr. 30th, 2026 09:03 pm)
To the man on the bus talking to his daughter about what color she was going to paint his nails when they got home: Good job! You get a gold star and a cookie, which you will probably share with your kid! Cookies all around, no sarcasm!

To the man in CVS playing on his phone while his wife corralled their two year old and talked to the pharmacist: Dude, if you're not gonna help, just stay home.

This tangentially connects to one of my favorite poems, which I was recently reminded of.

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([personal profile] thawrecka Apr. 28th, 2026 09:38 am)
I finished the Genius 10 OVA and, first of all, that was way more Niou than I was expecting. Everyone makes use of Niou's mutant morphing powers! Second, my favourite part was when Ryoma decided he'd had enough with how shitty the training camp was and decided to do something that would get him kicked out.

Every time blond pirate whatshisface went on about how tennis can be fatal I was like . . . you guys know this is not a blood sport, right. This is just tennis. The superpowers aren't the silliest part of Prince of Tennis; the silliest part is when people try to kill each other over the net.

Ryoma's memory problems make me wonder if he has a brain injury?? Though I guess the answer to that is not to think about it too deeply.

I did actually really like what the training camp did with Rikkai - basically by surrounding them with other people and getting them out of their zone of dysfunction, they all started to become less fucked up (except for Jackal I guess who was very busy crying about Marui not playing tennis with him LOL). I also liked Yanagi actively making a step to do that on purpose by making sure Kirihara stayed in the camp and he got to go off and have Data Bros time with Inui, because he's recognised it's good to reconnect with people outside the zone of Rikkai dysfunction

I also like that it removed Tezuka from the story partway through, even though I like Tezuka, because it was interesting to have him out of the story in a way where he wasn't even a looming spectre threatening to return, to see what some of the characters were like without him.

The selection of characters for the U-17 team is not really a group of characters I think will be particularly interesting together, but we'll see when I get to all that, I guess.
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