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The Name of the Wind – Patrick Rothfuss

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Bonjour! I’ve got a whole bunch of things to tell you about my Florida trip, and a bunch of pictures to put up. If you don’t care then skip right down to the book stuff labelled BOOK! Deal? Okay.

Before we get to the fun stuff, I’d like to give a quick shout out to my awesome little sister Britt. Her twitter account is hilarious, and you should follow her @brittfingland. Tell her I sent you. And I guess if you’d like to follow me I’m @lfings. But you should really follow Britt. Sometimes she tweets embarrassing things about me, so there’s that. Mostly she’s just hilarious without having to make me look like a doofus. I do that myself.

Alright, let’s start the vacation with The Wizarding World of Harry Potter. Visiting Harry Potter World was one of my life goals. I realize that sounds ridiculous, but Harry Potter is a big deal for me as well as Britt. My sister took all of the pictures from our trip so photo cred goes to her.


Britt and I hanging out at Flourish and Blotts just like any other day. It’s not just for spell books, you know. That’s me on the right if you’re curious. This was in the expansion, Diagon Alley. Every store you could imagine was there, including Ollivanders, Madame Malkin’s, and even Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour. They also have Knockturn Alley, a detail that in my sisters words, “took it from 9 and 3/4 to 10!”. Knockturn Alley features Borgin and Burkes, featuring the vanishing cabinet, from within which you can hear a bird chirping.


That scarf that’s being knit? The needles move by themselves. All of the store windows have moving displays, there were others with cauldrons being stirred and quills writing on parchment. You can also purchase wands (which we did, I got Hermoine’s and Britt got Professor McGonagall’s) which come in either interactive or non-interactive. We got the non-interactive ones, but the interactive ones are really cool. They come with a map that shows where the wands work (pretty much everywhere) and what spells to cast (how to move the wand) in order to make something (like water shooting out of a fountain) happen.


Just hanging out at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix don’t you know. Britt and I went through a lot of work to get this photo as people were sitting on the front steps of the house eating. Don’t you people know where you are sitting?! There’s a whole row of houses with numbers other than twelve for you to eat in front of. Sheesh.


Hopping a ride on the Knight Bus.


The Sorting Hat! I was so excited to see this beauty. He was just hanging out in the castle, waiting for someone to come along and pull a sword out of him. Get your mind out of the gutter, folks. This is a family friendly blog.


So we were in a store and my dad says “Linds, get over here, quick!” So I run over and who do I see? Captain America! I was too late for his picture that time, but I was first in line the next time he came around. He took the time to talk with me for a while about where we were from and if we had gone to both Harry Potter parks, since I was such a huge Potter fan. Let me tell you, I was more excited about getting a picture with a guy dressed up as Captain America than I would have been at meeting an actual celebrity.As a side note, if you’re wondering why I’m wearing jeans and a sweater in Orlando it’s because it was 9 degrees Celsius. Definitely not shorts weather, no matter how Canadian I am.


All week I had been making alligator jokes, and then I found this sign at our hotel. Said hotel was beautiful by the way, the nicest hotel I’ve ever stayed in. If you’re looking for a place to stay in Orlando, I’d definitely recommend Rosen Shingle Creek, it’s minutes away from Universal and every thing about it is beautiful. None of us encountered a single staff member that didn’t look genuinely happy to be working there, and the food was fantastic. Oh, and there is a Publix just across the street which, as it turns out, is a pleasure to shop at just like they advertise.


Looking for the alligators from the above mentioned sign.


I found one! Not at our hotel though. We went on an airboat ride through a swamp by the Everglades, which was so fun. I love the smell of open water, and the feeling of wind whipping through my hair. After the ride I got to hold an alligator, which I was ecstatic about (almost more excited than when I hung out with Cap). Did you know alligator skin feels rubbery? I always thought it would be scaly.


Busch Gardens had some super fun roller coasters, and some super majestic cheetahs.

IMG_0971This rhino crossed in front of us so close I could have reached out and touched him. I didn’t, because I happen to value my life and don’t want to be impaled by a rhino horn. But I could have.

Okay BOOK! For those of you that skipped right to here, welcome. For those of you who made it through the vacation photos, congratulations. Fun fact: I originally typed BOOP by accident and now I have images of cute kittens booping each other on the head running through my mind.

I read The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss due to a recommendation from a friend who has an eerily similar reading taste in books. I’m so glad he recommended it, because this was one of the best books I have read in a very long time.

The story is about Kvothe, who throughout the book is telling his life story. The story of how he was raised by parents who were the leaders of a travelling troupe of actors and taught by a private tutor that travelled with them. How he was orphaned at a young age and left homeless. How he was admitted to the University as a young teen, how he made enemies of powerful professors and students alike, how he made friends from every station of life, and how he met what he hopes to be the love of his life. Kvothe’s story is fascinating. But what is even more fascinating is that he tells it in his own voice.

This is the story of a man telling his story. Sure, there are parts where we flash back to the present, and don’t get me wrong those bits are just as fascinating, but the majority of page space is spent on Kvothe’s story telling. And he is one heck of a story-teller.

So much of what makes a story good is in the details. The more I know about a character, a place, an event, the better. I want to know everything from what the character eats for breakfast to what kind of grass grows in their front lawn. Maybe it’s just this problem I have where I can never get enough of a good book, but I need to know. And if I don’t know, I make it up. That’s why world building is so important in fantasy stories. The more intricately described a world is the better. I don’t care if the only thing that makes the fantasy world different from our Earth is that it’s now the future and the moon has been exploded into two unequal halves, I just need to know why. And where. And what, when, who and how. Tell me everything!

Some of the best stories I’ve ever read have been the best because the author puts in the time to give me an intricate image of what their world looks like. Harry Potter, for example, has so much information about the wizarding world. And J.K. Rowling releases more pretty often on Pottermore and in interviews. It’s just never-ending Potterness!

Tolkien is another author that creates the most beautifully intricate worlds. He almost pushes the limit of how much detail you can include and still have a readable story. I mean, I love Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit, but do I really need to read four pages about what a sword looks like? Yes, yes I do. But that’s because I’m a weirdo and normal people don’t want to deal with that.

Rothfuss has created a world of magic and mystery, of unseen evils you can sense creeping in the night. It’s filled with magical guilds and creatures of all kinds, new crafts and trades out world will never see. Crafts and trades that Kvothe just so happens to learn.

Kvothe is good at everything except romance, which would be annoying if he wasn’t so darn likeable. He is educated in magic, the arts, and pretty much anything else you could think of including music. He uses this education to his benefit, it saves his life more than once. He is apparently a pretty good fighter, having defended himself and another from terrifying spider-like creatures that seem to indicate a greater evil approaching. That happens during non flashback scenes though, so I’m not really sure what’s going on there. I’m also confused as to how Kvothe came to be known as the greatest swordfighter, magician, and musician of all time; how he became known as a hero and kingkiller. And why he has to pretend to be an innkeeper named Kote. Hopefully all my questions will be answered in The Wise Man’s Fear, the second book in the Kingkiller Chronicles (this series). It’s sitting on my bookshelf right now, waiting for me to finish rereading the Gentlemen Bastard’s books so I can get to it. I want the next one to answer all my questions, but I also want more of everything. More magic, more music, not drama, more mystery, more drunken bar nights with Kvothe and his friends.

What do you guys think? Have you been to Universal or Busch Gardens? Is world building important to you when reading?

Okay, that’s all I’ve got for today. Have a great week!


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The Magicians Trilogy – Lev Grossman

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This! This series was so so good. And then it wasn’t. And then it was again. So it all worked out.

The Magicians, the first book in the series, was awesome. It drew me in so fast, I read it in a six hour car ride. My parents got me The Magicians for Christmas three-ish years ago, and I LOVED IT. It’s about supposedly normal teens who are admitted to a school of magic (Muggle borns at Hogwarts, anyone?). The students grew up reading books about a magical land called Fillory, and upon graduation find out that Fillory exists, similar to the Narnia stories. They find a way to Fillory and end up, you guessed it, being named Kings and Queens of FIllory. There’s even a tree that grew from a clock, like the lamppost tree in Narnia. The author is clearly aware of the similarities though, he brings up the Narnia books at least once.

Like the Narnia stories, adventures ensue and the characters have to face danger after danger to save Fillory. **SPOILER ALERT** People fall in love, people die, and the story ends. Honestly, my favourite part of the story was when the teens were in school. The bonding that goes on is just so fun to read about. Don’t get me wrong, the whole story is great, but the first chunk where the students were at school was my favourite. There’s so much (mostly) good-natured teasing and sarcasm going around, it’s entirely entertaining.

The second book in the series, The Magician King, well… it was terrible. I hated it. It let me down completely after the great first book. It’s worth reading, if only to understand what is going on in the third book. Let’s just skip the second one all together and head right into the third book, The Magician’s Land.

I have seen people praise this book as “the best ending to a series ever” and I’m calling major b.s. on that. However, it is a good book. It wraps the story up nicely, tying up any loose ends as well as introducing new characters. The story takes place several years after the first and second stories, the original characters who were teens in the beginning are now in their thirties. It was pretty interesting to see how they grew, their personalities and their relationships with each other developed. It’s hard to explain the third book in a series when I haven’t even told you the characters names, but just trust me when I tell you it’s a good series. The characters are all likeable in their own way, if only because of the absolute unlikeableness they posses. Yes I realize that statement contradicts itself, but that’s life. It’s all about contradictions. Look at me, getting all philosophical.

Take this as you will, really it’s just a bunch of nonsensical rambling about a book series that I enjoyed, but I think you should read it. It being The Magicians trilogy, not this blog post. Clearly you’ve already read the blog post if you’re here. Clearly I stopped making sense a few sentences ago, and am in need of some sleep. Goodnight friends!

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The Ocean at the End of the Lane – Neil Gaiman


You’ve all read a Neil Gaiman book before, right? Right?! Well, if you haven’t, I really recommend this one. Or Stardust. Or American Gods. Not Coraline, that freaked me out so much as a kid I don’t even want to think about it now. Seriously, those button eyes kept me up at night for weeks.

Anyway, I read The Ocean at the End of the Lane (which shall now and forever more in this post be known as Ocean) during a slow day at work in between actual guard rotations and cleaning. Granted it’s not very long, but I was also completely absorbed in the book and had a hard time putting it down. I think I was actually late on deck a couple of times because I couldn’t pull myself away (sorry coworkers…). I’m going to get into the plot later, but Ocean just serves to solidify Gaiman’s position as the master of nostalgic fantasy. There’s something about his books that just take you somewhere far away, deep into your head and heart, to some place or time that existed long ago. They make you remember things you had thought you forgot and people you wish you had. Which is funny because that’s exactly what happens to the narrator when he returns to his childhood friend’s home as an adult. Gaiman’s books perfectly encapsulate the expression, time period, or life stage they are supposed to represent. In this case, that happens to be childhood.

The narrator (we are never actually told his name) is a bright and very brave young boy on the verge of understanding the adult world but imperfect in his knowledge. He is very bookish, but also adventurous, and he doesn’t seem to understand why  adults are so habitual and always in a hurry.

“I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.”

“I lay on the bed and lost myself in stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway.”

“I went away in my head, into a book. That was where I went whenever real life was too hard or too inflexible.”

“I liked myths. They weren’t adult stories and they weren’t children stories. They were better than that. They just were. Adult stories never made sense, and they were slow to start. They made me feel like there were secrets, Masonic, mythic secrets, to adulthood. Why didn’t adults want to read about Narnia, about secret islands and smugglers and dangerous fairies?”

“Adults follow paths. Children explore. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences. I was a child, which meant that I knew a dozen different ways of getting out of our property and into the lane, ways that would not involve walking down our drive.”

Oh alright I’ll stop. The point is, this kid is pretty perceptive. And very fun to read about. Anyway, he starts to encounter magic in his world. He doesn’t know that it is magic, not right away. For the first while it is just chaotic events, like a renter at their house using his father’s car to commit suicide, or a coin becoming lodged in his throat while sleeping. He eventually enlists the help of his neighbour, eleven year old Lettie Hempstock, a couple of years older than him and his new favourite friend.

Lettie takes the narrator with him to confront the magical being causing all of this chaos, and in a moment of distraction the narrator momentarily removes himself from Lettie’s protection. The monster lodges herself in him, and thus finds her way into his world. She comes into his life in human form as the nanny Ursula Moncton who seduces his father, is adored by his little sister, and much appreciated by his mother. It seems that she is fooling everyone except for him. Lettie, her mother, and her grandmother, who reveal themselves to be magic protectors of sorts, make it their mission to protect the narrator and remove this evil creature from the world. Obviously they face some troubles along the way. But these troubles of course make for a much more entertaining, much more mystical and magical story.

When the narrator reaches adulthood, he returns to his home town for a funeral and finds himself drawn to the Hempstock’s home and the pond that lays on their property, the one that Lettie had always insisted was an ocean. There he encounters the old Mrs. Hempstock, Lettie’s grandmother, who reassures him that the events that he is suddenly remembering did in fact happen, that he is alright, he will be alright. She also reveals to him that he had been back to visit many times before, though he remembers none of those visits. I loved this ending. It was just so perfect and honest. So many things we experience in childhood are forgotten or even repressed until we return to a certain place, smell a certain smell, hear a voice or see a picture or whatever else may trigger our memory. These flashbacks come and they may never return until we find that trigger again. Gaiman’s version of this was just so poignant and beautiful, I didn’t want it to end.

Okay confession time: I desperately wish magic were real. Of course I know it isn’t, at least not in the way it is portrayed in books. There is no Hogwarts, no Narnia or Fillory or Oz or any of the other magical lands written about in books. That being said, I have read about a lot of magical lands and beings, and Gaiman’s version was one of the most beautiful and enchanting versions I have experiences. The style of his writing, the prose was fantastic and the descriptiveness of it was just fantastic.

Now that we’ve covered the book side of things, lets get to the dad jokes. Today’s bad/dad joke is…. insert drum roll… What do you get when you cross a parrot with a caterpillar? A Walkie-Talkie! HA!

Alright, alright, I’m done.


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The Table of Less Valued Knights – Marie Phillips


Hello! This is going to be short because I’m in the middle of watching the Sound of Music sing-a-long. But it’s been a while so I figured I owed you one.

Life updates: I got my wisdom teeth out Wednesday so that’s been fun. On the up side, I got my Christmas shopping done remarkably early this year! And I’ve been reading like crazy, so there’s going to be tons of posts! YAY! (Mostly yays for me, because I actually have time to write. But I mean if you happen to like reading about my reading habits, have at ‘er.)

So, The Table of Less Valued Knights. I used to be super obsessed with historical fiction, and I am currently obsessed with fantasy, so when I figured out this book was both I was all over it. Plus I read Gods Behaving Badly by the same author, and I enjoyed that so I figured why not? I was certainly not disappointed, I liked The Table of Less Valued Knights more than I liked Gods Behaving Badly. It was hilarious, witty and clever with magic and sword play and gender roles, everything a good Arthurian legend needs.

I guess you would like some idea of what the book is about, right? Right. The young queen of Puddock, Martha, was never prepared to be queen, her older brother was supposed to rule. But he died before he could rule, so Martha is queen and her regency is demanding she wed. Well, Martha is having none of that and runs away the day of her wedding. During her escape, she is intercepted and is sent on a quest to find her not actually dead brother. Over in Camelot, Sir Humphrey is in his place, not at Arthur’s Round Table but at the table of Less Valued Knights. He is determined to make his was back to the Round Table by completing an important and dangerous quest. He accepts a quest from a young woman searching for her fiancée. The two quests are in fact intertwined, and Martha winds up travelling with Sir Humphrey and his squire. Of course mischief follows, hi-jinks and laughter included.

The whole story is just hilarious, not often do books make me laugh out loud and this one did. Often and loudly. I really enjoyed this book, the way the all of the characters stories interact really had me wanting more. I raced through the story, needing to know what happened. If you’re looking for a break from all of the fantasy series you’ve been reading and need a lighthearted standalone book (that’s me, people. I’ve been a fantasy addict lately) then this is the book for you.

Alright, now that that’s been said, back to the Sound of Music sing-a-long and listening to my sister belt her heart out. Merry Christmas! And of course happy Hanukkah, Kwanza, Festivus and anything else you may celebrate!

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The Lies of Locke Lamora, Red Seas Under Red Skies, and The Republic of Thieves – Scott Lynch

Gentlemen Bastard

Normally I would make three posts for these three books, but I crash read them so I didn’t want to separate them as my reading experience was as if they were one book. It all started when one of my very good friends, Ally, gave me Red Seas Under Red Skies as a Christmas present. I started reading it on the plane to Hawaii in February and was extremely confused. It seemed to presume a lot of knowledge about past events, and I got really frustrated. So I put the book down and started rifling through it, and eventually found the author information at the back. Turns out it was the second in the Gentleman Bastard series, so I put it down and didn’t go back to the series until this summer. Then I found The Lies of Locke Lamora in my local Chapters, read it, loved it, and needed to read more. So read I did. And boy was I happy that I did.

It all starts with The Lies of Locke Lamora, a swashbuckling tale of a brotherhood of Robinhood like thieves who steal from the rich and keep it all for themselves. I say swashbuckling, but this isn’t a pirate story. It just has a very swashbuckling vibe. Also I like the way swashbuckling sounds. Seriously, say it five times. You don’t even have to do it fast. Let it roll over your tongue. Swashbuckling…

If my sister were here reading this she’d say “Focus, Lindsey” and “I’d say go away you’re distracting me” to which she’d retort “you’re distracting yourself” and I’d have to admit she was right.

Anyway, I was sucked right in to The Lies of Locke Lamora. It is a fantasy book, which didn’t seem obvious when I read it. The description of the setting reminded me of Venice or another Italian city with canals, but it is held in a city called Camorr, in a world that was once occupied by a people called the Eldrens, who left behind indestructible Elderglass buildings, bridges, and other structures. There are other cities/nations/city-states on this fantasy world, including Emberlain, Tal Verrar, and others. The fact that it was on a planet that seemed to be other than Earth didn’t really play a big part of the story, other than to alter the image of the setting and allowing Lynch to invent new building materials. It really does make an interesting image though, I can only imagine how beautiful Elderglass towers would be. I’d love to see a movie series about these books, if only to see what they do with the setting.

Locke himself is an arrogant, clever, ingenious bastard with seemingly no morals or principles. We soon learn though that he is loyal to a fault, he is reckless but cautious, he is kind but malicious, he is the definition of contradiction. What we know for certain is that he loves his friends, he is incredibly creative, and he is willing to defend those he perceives as weak or powerless.

Locke and his fellow Gentleman Bastards were taken in as orphaned children by a priest of the widely unknown thirteenth god in a deity system of twelve gods. The thirteenth god is the god of thieves, who watches over those thieves with intelligence and integrity, not just common criminals. Father Chains, as he was known, was a criminal mastermind who raised the Gentleman Bastards as a new kind of criminal. Locke, Jean, twins Calo and Galo, and Sabetha (the only girl) were taught languages, arithmetic, the art of disguise, and strategy. Locke and Sabetha grew up competing as the leaders of the group, the criminal masterminds. Calo and Galo were everymen, trained to be capable at everything and in every situation. And giant Jean was raised to be the protector, enforcer, and general muscle. Father Chains often sent the kids away on apprenticeships of sorts in order to learn new skills and how to live the life of people of assorted classes and occupations in order to be able to blend in all situations. His philosophy was the better his prodigies could accurately act in situations, the better they could pull of schemes without raising suspicions. He raises them as a family, teaching them not only thieving related skills but also household skills like how to cook, clean, and take care of clothes.

When Chains dies, the Gentleman Bastards take in an apprentice, a young boy named Bug. Bug is raised by the GBs in a similar way that the GBs were raised by Father Chains. Bug is eager to learn and does his best to contribute to the schemes.

The Lies of Locke Lamora gives us the story of Locke’s childhood as well as the present day situation. Locke and the boys (Sabetha is away, we learn that a relationship between her and Locke didn’t end well and she took an extended vacation from the GBs) are planning a heist, pretending to be businessmen from another city/nation/city-state thing looking to make a deal with a Camorri aristocratic couple. They agree to the deal with Locke in disguise and the game is on. The imagination required to come up with the intricate schemes Locke and his fellow Bastards pull is really remarkable. Lynch must have had a lot of fun putting together the story line. I wanted more and more, I loved seeing how seemingly random plans came together.

Soon enough though, things start to go wrong for the GBs. The underworld they belong to is falling apart, the Capa (the leader of the criminal underworld of Camorr) is being threatened by a rival, but no one knows who the rival capa, known as the Gray King, is. It ends up being Locke and the GBs that are relied on to save their world, but at what cost? I’m not going to tell you! You’ll just have to read it.

Now, I won’t be able to give you a run down because it will give away way too much of the plot. But I can tell you that it only gets better from the first book. The first was my favourite of the three simply because of the relationship between the GBs, but The Republic of Thieves gives you a lot of the relationship stuff as well. Red Seas Under Red Skies and The Republic of Thieves build on the foundations laid in The Lies of Locke Lamora, and I can’t wait for the fourth book to come out hopefully this fall.

One of my favourite things about this series is the humour in the dialogue between the characters, especially the GBs. Some of my favourite quips are going to be listed below this paragraph. I’ll do my best that are funny even out of context, but having read the books I obviously know the context and find it all funny.

““… It’s perfect! Locke would appreciate it.”
“Bug,” Calo said, “Locke is our brother and our love for him knows no bounds. But the four most fatal words in the Therin language are ‘Locke would appreciate it.'”
“Rivalled only by ‘Locke taught me a new trick,'” added Galo.
“The only person who gets away with Locke Lamora games …”
“… is Locke …”
“… because we think the gods are saving him up for a really big death. Something with knives and hot irons …”
“… and fifty thousand cheering spectators.””

“There are only three people in life you can never fool–pawnbrokers, whores, and your mother. Since your mother’s dead, I’ve taken her place. Hence, I’m bullshit-proof.”

“Throwing blondes at Locke Lamora was not unlike throwing lettuce at sharks.” (He prefers redheads, by the way. This becomes significant later.)

“Some day, you’re going to fuck up so magnificently, so ambitiously, so overwhelmingly that the sky will light up and the moons will spin and the gods themselves will shit comets with glee.”

“Know something? I’d lay even odds that between the people following us and the people hunting us, we’ve become this city’s principle means of employment. Tal Verrar’s entire economy is now based on fucking with us.”

“ I want to hug you. And I want to tear your gods-damned head off. Both at once.”
“Ah,” said Locke. “Near as I can tell, that’s the definition of ‘family’ right there.”

“You’re ten pints of crazy in a one-pint glass.”

“We may need to ready ourselves to repel boarders.” “With what? One stiletto and hurtful insinuations about their mothers?”

“Stand aside, and try not to catch fire if I shed sparks of genius.”

Even out of context some of these are pretty giggle inducing.

One of the most interesting things I noticed in the GB series was the gender equality. Now, I’m absolutely positive there are people out there who will read these books and come to a completely different conclusion, and denounce me for seeing gender equality in what they see as a misogynistic society or whatever else they may come up with. But I was really impressed. Even when women were being objectified for their looks, men were equally objectified. And in a society where men can do anything they want, so can women. In the first book, one of the most important members of society is a woman. In the second, some of the most powerful characters are women. And in the third, we are really introduced to Sabetha for the first time, and if anyone is a bad ass, it’s her. She is just a big a liar, schemer, and cheat as Locke is, sometimes even more so. But she also shares many of his qualities such as love for her friends, extreme intelligence, creativity, and respect for those who earn her respect. When I dug a little deeper into the gender equality in this series, I found a great quote from Scott Lynch about feminism. It has a lot of swears and it’s a little rough around the edges, so if you’re not okay with that, don’t read it. Actually all of the books have a lot of swears and other vulgarity, so if you’re really against that then these books are not for you.

Here’s the quote: “The word feminist is stigmatized by people who are the forces of fucking darkness. They stigmatized this word because they are the forces of fucking darkness. You can call yourself whatever you want: “I’m an equalitarian. I’m a humanitarian.” Bullshit. You’re a feminist. Words like equalitarian or humanitarian imply that there’s some sort of existing balance that needs to be preserved. Whereas what you’re looking at, is essentially one half of the human race is already in the negative and needs to be brought to that state of equality. So if you are FOR equality you’re a fucking feminist. Whether you know it or not.”

I love it.

One last reason for me to love love love these books is that The Republic of Thieves introduced me to one of my new favourite poems. Each chapter has a quote on the title page, and one of the chapters in the third book started with a quote from The Great Hunt by Carl Sandburg.

“I have never knew any more beautiful than you: I have hunted you under my thoughts, I have broken down under the wind And into the roses looking for you, I shall never find any greater than you.”

Something about it just spoke to me, I think it’s just beautiful. And it is with that stunningly intelligent analysis of the last few stanzas of a poem completely unrelated to the books that I shall leave you for now. TTFN!

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