Let me begin by stating how disappointed I was to read in a recent New York Times article that you do not read books. I can only imagine how stressful the job (and it is a job, Mr. Trump–you work for us, the American people) in which you now find yourself must be on a daily basis, but I’ve always found reading to be a wonderful way to both relax and educate yourself on any number of topics. There are books out there on the U.S. government and world history and war, and there are instructional books on everything from how to knit a scarf to how to resist a fascist regime. I believe that books are powerful, reading is essential, and universal literacy should be a top priority in any country that claims to be “the greatest.”Continue reading Donald Trump should read ROLLING BLACKOUTS
I recently wrote up a list of helpful comics for those considering a move to Canada (for absolutely no reason whatsoever) for Book Riot. As my blog is a safe space, I can admit here that I basically reverse-engineered the entire list because I desperately needed to talk about my new favorite superhero team: Alpha Flight.
Even in a time when a bit overwhelmed at work, desperate to understand what’s going on with my country, trying to read as many spy books as humanly possible, and am now officially about five months behind on all the series on my pull list, I’ve been using my spare time to read, think about, or fancast Alpha Flight. For those unfamiliar, Alpha Flight is basically Canada’s answer to the Avengers (and personally, I think it’s very rude that the Avengers, a bunch of American heroes based in the U.S., claimed the title “Earth’s Mightiest Heroes”). Their leader is James MacDonald Hudson, better known as Guardian, who joins the ranks of men like Captain America and Captain Britain by wearing his country’s flag proudly as a form-fitting spandex uniform. The rest of the team is made up of a distinctive cast of characters from across Canada. Continue reading Can’t stop, won’t stop reading Alpha Flight
Summer Smith is your average young woman, working at a slightly sleazy content-driven website despite her dreams of arriving in Los Angeles and landing a big-time journalism job. But what her colleagues don’t know is that “Summer Smith” doesn’t exist. The red-haired girl in the next cubicle isn’t a mild-mannered 20-something putting listicles together all day and binging her favorite sci-fi show at night. Actually, her name is Faith Herbert, and while, yes, she spends an unhealthy amount of time daydreaming about her universe’s hot Chris and fancasting her favorite comics, she also spends a lot of time listening to the police scanner on her phone.
“Two Books” is a new feature on the blog — I’ll write up short descriptions of two books or comics I’ve read recently that seem to be on a similar wavelength, and then explain why I loved them and why I think they fit together so nicely.
THE SCULPTOR, written and drawn by Scott McCloud | First Second
The Sculptor tells the story of David Smith, a struggling sculptor whose career has begun to lag in the aftermath of a less-than-impressive showing of his work. While drinking away his sorrows one afternoon, David strikes up a life-changing conversation with his Uncle Sidney…though Sidney has been dead for many years. David soon finds out that Sidney is simply the form that Death took in this lifetime, and he has a proposition: the ability to sculpt and mold anything — any materials, into any shape — for 200 perfect days. At the end of the 200 days, David will die. Continue reading Two Books: THE SCULPTOR and POLARITY
This weekend, I learn three simple truths about myself.
Sleep is very important to me.
I like books a ton.
I am very, VERY good at coloring with crayons.
Pegasus was lucky enough to have an exhibition table at the inaugural Book Riot Live convention this past weekend, and I spent the better parts of both Saturday and Sunday either manning the table (a.k.a. chatting with cool people and coloring) or attending just a few of the amazing panels they had on the docket. Continue reading Book Riot — Live!
My senior year of college, I had to complete two theses — one creative, to fulfill the requirements of my BFA, and one academic, as the culmination of my time in the Honors program. The last long-form academic thesis I’d written was my senior thesis in high school, in which I, for some reason, delved into the history and practice of racial profiling. As a white teenager in suburbia, I really can’t tell you what drew my to the topic. We were probably told that our ideas had to be “Important” with a capital I. I admit that I did not get out of the project what I should have.
For college, we were encouraged to be a little more creative, and to choose something that “spoke to us,” or allowed us to explore our majors in a new and exciting way. It felt so liberating, to be 21 and able to dive headlong into whatever topic I wished, to live for months studying something wacky or fun or otherwise fascinating. I toyed with the idea of doing something about food and literature, studying meals and mealtimes and eating rituals in everything from classics to contemporary tales. But then, I chose comics. Continue reading Scott McCloud totally read the email I sent him
Back in the day, I like to think I was something of a cult classic on fanfiction.net. I was an acquired taste. I wrote a Chase/Cameron fanfic for the House, MD fandom that had Chase (or maybe it was Cameron?) getting shot at the end of the second chapter for literally no reason. I think I was just fourteen and I just desperately wanted to daydream about hospital sex.
But, I digress. Fanfic took a backseat for me, at least writing-wise, for many, many years. I rode through a lot of lonely high school nights on the accolades of strangers in the form of FF.net comments, but I eventually managed to broaden my horizons a bit. I also managed to convince myself that fanfiction was stupid, and that I was stupid for writing it, and that I really ought to be giving all my time and energy to my original works. At first, the sad “plz update!” reviews on my various incomplete projects made me guilty enough to occasionally crawl back and add another chapter on one of my CSI Snickers fics. But then, even the adoring commentary of my readers couldn’t pull me back. I distanced myself from the world of fic, and ventured in again only when I found a new fandom or pairing.