I got home to find that a package had arrived for me in the mail earlier today. And instead of being full of glee, I was troubled.
You see, I have a stack of books already spiraling out of control that I was planning to avoid for awhile. Basically I’m a bit burnt out right now on just about every overused book trend you can name and there seems to be no escaping them.
If that wasn’t bad enough, I’d been looking at the books I got from the library and wondering what I had been on when I ordered them. Clearly I’d been in a romantic phase a few weeks ago, but after once disappointment after another, I wasn’t there anymore. I will get over it, of course. I love me some angels and dragons and mermaids and vampires and whatever, but a girl needs a break or a book about a killer shark or something every now and again.
Anyway, I was worried because a package meant a book. A book that I could not magically decide was sign of the end times before giving it a fair shot and reading it.
Oh no. What is this? I wondered, still incredibly ticked off about the last few books I’ve read and wary of my TBR pile. Oh no. I really hope it isn’t something about a girl. But that’s wrong. I should like girls. Whatever. Don’t let this be anything Paranormal either. I need something new! I must conquer fresh fictional lands
for Spain ! Lands rich in Horror and Dystopian Violence! Must I be doomed to wander through a Paranormal Romance-filled Waste and despair for the rest of my days? Alas, I curse my wretched fate!*
Then I figured the best thing to do was a) stop shaking the package and b) man up –so to speak– by appealing to Thoth as I opened it. Because he’s the God of Writing.
I beseech thee, O Lord Thoth, I thought to myself, thankful that no one else was at home because by this point I suspected that I’d lost a fair chunk of my mind and not for Lovecraftian purposes. Have mercy on my poor and battered Ka. Spare me yet another book about high schoolers or twenty-somethings who are in no way endearing. Let this be in no way related to a fairy tale or vampires.
Then I opened the package and life was awesome because look what I got!:That’s right. An ARC of Embedded by Dan Abnett. No irritating teens, no sparkly fairies, no fluffy werewolves, no Whedonesque vampires… BOOKISH VICTORY IS MINE!
Thank you, Thoth! More importantly, thank you, John Tintera and Angry Robot!
* I didn’t get much sleep last night and I am still running on a combination of green tea and chocolate, which is not as good as coffee by any stretch of the imagination.