It's frustrating

[maderr]

Every time I pick up a fantasy book, after searching for ages, I still wind up disappointed. Bookstores are my favorite haunt, whatever that makes me, but damned if I can find much reason to go anymore so far as results go.

I just picked up The Innocent Mage by Karen Miller and about page 12 I just got fed up and closed it.

I'm hoping it's just that lately I haven't been in the mood to read fantasy. Stephen King is all I can stick with of late, which probably doesn't say much for my state of mind.

Still. So many books on my shelves are unfinished because I get so fucking disgusted with them. Mostly it's writing style. Often it's plot (or lack thereof, or uncreative redundancy thereof). I mean I took a chance with this one, yet another 'boy from humble origins will save the world'.

I dunno. We'll see.

In other, unrelated news, I officially give up on thinking yankees know how to make fucking iced tea. It's not that goddamn hard, how do they continue to fuck it up! Argh, I so want to go back to the south.

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[anialove.livejournal.com]

I don't drink iced tea. I must admit, it is available brewed everywhere in the South in sweet or unsweet. However, yankees do many appalling things to perfectly easy foods. (The chili . . . it kills.)