This week, I’ve almost finished one of the novels – Windup Girl by Paolo Bacigalupi, which is about a fantastically disturbing future Thailand, bleak and compelling.
I’ve also finished all the short stories except for Kij Johnson’s Spar, and none have particularly grabbed me. I want to move on to the related works next, especially The Secret Feminist Cabal: A Cultural History of SF Feminisms by Helen Merrick, as I’ve heard lots of good things about it on Galactic Suburbia.
I’m partway through Seanan McGuire’s Rosemary and Rue, and unexpectedly enjoying it – I must admit I was really put off by the main character’s name, but it’s well worth overcoming the initial cringe.
Distracting me from these in-progress books is the latest Charlaine Harris book, a series which is unfortunately getting a little too terrible to even enjoy as a trashy indulgence. But now I’ve started, I have to finish it (it’s something to do while waiting for the third season of True Blood).