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“My favorite poem, the one by Li Shang-Yin
When Will I Be Home?
When will I be home? I don’t know.
In the mountains, in the rainy night,
The Autumn lake is flooded.
Someday we will be back together again.
We will sit in the candlelight by the West window.
And I will tell you how I remembered you
Tonight on the stormy mountain.

Limits and ppl left behind
Why did he let him think he’d be one when he already had another solution?

I…am not sure I understand
Maybe holding all that tension + having no outlet of relaxed companionship? He has Bangley, but B’s all abt death + defense + not really abt society + community
Crying…no,sobbing…in front of 2 strangers on their land aftr physically insisting on a face-to-face in a situation that is w/o any expectation of trust or safety. Makes me cringe even more tho may b silly social rxn

Aiya
Seriously?

Well hmmm that took a turn

Ahhh the breath of relief in good writing and being inside a (fictional but) real person’s head

Bugging me that like a lot of supposedly broadening media, it still centers Euro-descent culture as if eg. indigenous cultures nvr existed or hv same prevalence/importance + didn’t have different mores. Even euro indigenous cultures had broadr understandings of ppl that might have even stretched to sth like 2 spirit or specific characteristics like among the Maori. This is very middle class white USA perspective

Lololol
“Release the Kraken!” takes on a whole new meaning. Poor Kelli who’s mentally holding her head repeating “the horror! The horror!”

Yeah, the S identity thing is complicated growing up. Ppl are stupid. And mean

I think /I’m/ hoping to cry
Imagine a friend who isn’t surprised or put off by just utter release of all that internal pressure and disruption and just says “yeah, I know. You can let it out. It’s okay.” And on we go? Really? Does that exist?

Reading right along but also this feels maybe a cm deeper than fanfic 🤷‍♀️

Maybe my imagination or experience is stilted but I cannot imagine a child of 8 managing that kind of social complexity or caring to bother, ADHD or not, in order to build up and engage multiple difficult and potentially contradictory needs of other children of the same age

The other weird thing for me possibly is that at this age I was hanging out with the boys on the playground bc the girls were boring and afraid to get dirty etc so they didn’t do anything. And i think I would have really disliked Am, though she seems to be being a good friend to Kelli, which is a nice change for the type

Fun switch between Kelli’s perspective and her writing/character’s. The back and forth to childhood sounds like she had a robot programmed with ABA therapy which is 😣 and honestly weird for a future far enough away that they’re living middle class suburban lives near Jupiter

Almost feels like it’s trying too hard to shout its MC’s identity - yes, we get it, she’s autistic. If that’s so acknowledged in this future society, it wouldn’t 1. be considered a disability but simply another way of being 2. need to be detailed in friend relationships beyond “that’s how she is”

Beautiful + sad
Beautiful that they started w/a sense of the sacred
Sad partly bc they took such an acrimonious/violent persp on the indigenous peoples that were there once they ran into conflict (+angering) + sad bc they lost all sense of the sacred of nature + it became the sacred of human manipulation for short term purposes
Wish she had discussed anything abt the indigenous nations + their history w/the lake

Not sure why this book makes /me/ feel more real

Mourning trek after burying Jasper by the creek where they’d fished the day before. Still thinking of Baz and that last terribly confusing trip with him to the vet’s
Then back to the airport and Bangley (of the overly appropriate name) warns him via radio that he is being hunted
Then grieving w/the People
Then flying - I so wish I could fly, people of the sky

Lol there are moments in this that remind me of reading my own old journals from college or after. Feel rather doddering to say it, but oh my the hubris of youth

Fun and skimming right along, but also
How nice for them to be 1. men 2. wealthy westerners 3. unconcerned with reciprocating all the giving from hosts and new “friends”
Men stripped down to underwear and jumped into the river to get off the stink on the bus ride to Tehran…he doesn’t mention what any of the women riding the bus did

Feeling the need for audio company but picky/grumpy about what it would be. I had actually forgotten I’d borrowed this. Fine I’ll listen to the beginning and see.

The *glee* of that intro, traveling east from Europe along the Silk Road and yes indeed

Wow, good beginning
Beautiful writing in the Prologue

“Jasper. Little brother. My heart”

Lost my Baz, my soul cat, opener talker side fixture a year ago at 16, our Faranth, always watcher hunter climber a couple years before that. Nothing like - still feel their presence.

They’re so…solidly there, though they don’t use words. And the absence…

“We have traveled.
Now you will be the path
I will walk I will walk
Over you.”

Yick
Feels like bad noir + clones + new planet
Semi-sarcastic to hide the mope
Wanted to read for the challenge but it’s not worth forcing myself through the rest

I am really enjoying this book (obviously - talk about a binge read!), but now I’m trying to remember Bujold’s early standalone fantasy The Spirit Ring, that had a spirit forged into the metal of a ring. Definitely a story of love found during desperate struggle and there was a statue and I’m wondering if TK’s plotting might be very similar… but I can’t remember clearly enough right now

Seeing the crossover w/ Bujold’s Chalion/5 gods books altho it’s like someone took the gods’ symbols and purposes and shook them up. Here the rat god’s servant has dancing rats stitched on his things which w/crows is very much like the Bastard in Chalion, but in Ch, he’s the demon god and the god of all things out of season, here he’s the god of the justice system which there is the Father’s function

Deer people in the Vagrant Hills

“The scholar looked up at him, her face unexpectedly somber. She reached out and clasped his forearm, wrist to wrist. “I know what it is to lose your connection to the people before you,” she said, and he heard the heaviness of that knowledge in her voice, “to come unmoored in history. It’s why I became a historian in the first place. We must help each other find our place again.””

I do not understand why so many ppl, inc’g this narrator who can chk pronunciation, hv trouble saying “anecdote” which sounds exactly like it’s spelld. Most often it’s incorrectly said “antidote” which is at least a word, but this time it was “anticdote” which does a combo to me of 🤦‍♀️😂. Maybe it was just an audio version of a typo while corrected herself or her brain did a weird combo