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welcome to the inside of my head on a Friday afternoon.
a) I just realized that I am either mentally conflating Jim Kirk and Julian Kestrel, or just operating on the assumption that Jim has daddy issues almost as massive as Julian's. That seems less unreasonable than actually conflating them, doesn't it? I guess I could try picturing Chris Pine the next time I reread the books and see what happens...
b) Hooray for short books: I started at lunchtime, and finished over my dinner of pizza (only slightly delayed by the delivery guy trying to find my house on a completely different street), Lauren McLaughlin's Cycler.
OMG SO GOOD. WANT FANFICTION. The sequel, which appears to be horribly confusing Amazon by being called (Re)Cycler, is out next month, but but but. WANT. FIC.
Slightly more specifically: Cycler is the story of seventeen-year-old Jill, who, four days a month, turns into Jack. (For a time, Jill simply became male for four days of the month, but she found the whole thing so traumatizing she learned self-hypnosis to destroy her memories of the experience, and then a whole male personality, Jack, came into existence.) Jill's getting along with her Big Secret pretty well, right up until Jack decides that he would rather have a life of his own in the four days of existence he gets every month than keep on keeping Jill's secret--a life that includes falling in love with Jill's best friend. Meanwhile Jill's searching for a boyfriend of her own in the form of the mysterious loner transfer student in her calc class.
Let me just say: HIJINKS ENSUE.
Jack's girlfriend (Ramie, who makes no objection to kissing Jill in a moment of high emotion) and Jill's boyfriend (Tommy, who is bi) are standing together at the end of the book, having seen Jack transform into Jill, speculating about what to do about all this, and the only option actually voiced is sharing.
CAN I GET A HELL YES? College in New York, shared apartment, wacky genderswapping threesome-y hijinks? Please?!
c) Misha Collins, seriously, I am going to unfollow your ass if you don't knock it off with the world-domination-via-thirty-consecutive-tweets.
b) Hooray for short books: I started at lunchtime, and finished over my dinner of pizza (only slightly delayed by the delivery guy trying to find my house on a completely different street), Lauren McLaughlin's Cycler.
OMG SO GOOD. WANT FANFICTION. The sequel, which appears to be horribly confusing Amazon by being called (Re)Cycler, is out next month, but but but. WANT. FIC.
Slightly more specifically: Cycler is the story of seventeen-year-old Jill, who, four days a month, turns into Jack. (For a time, Jill simply became male for four days of the month, but she found the whole thing so traumatizing she learned self-hypnosis to destroy her memories of the experience, and then a whole male personality, Jack, came into existence.) Jill's getting along with her Big Secret pretty well, right up until Jack decides that he would rather have a life of his own in the four days of existence he gets every month than keep on keeping Jill's secret--a life that includes falling in love with Jill's best friend. Meanwhile Jill's searching for a boyfriend of her own in the form of the mysterious loner transfer student in her calc class.
Let me just say: HIJINKS ENSUE.
Jack's girlfriend (Ramie, who makes no objection to kissing Jill in a moment of high emotion) and Jill's boyfriend (Tommy, who is bi) are standing together at the end of the book, having seen Jack transform into Jill, speculating about what to do about all this, and the only option actually voiced is sharing.
CAN I GET A HELL YES? College in New York, shared apartment, wacky genderswapping threesome-y hijinks? Please?!
c) Misha Collins, seriously, I am going to unfollow your ass if you don't knock it off with the world-domination-via-thirty-consecutive-tweets.

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I'm glad I persevered, though, because in the end I really enjoyed the book a lot and I'm eagerly awaiting the sequel. I managed to track down an actual blurb for it (no love, Amazon, no love at all) and put it up on Goodreads.
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(Cool thing about living this close to the Canadian border? We occasionally get ILL from Vancouver, BC. The fangirl in me squees a little over getting books with little red maple-leaf labels on the spine. *g*)
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But hooray ILL! It is like magic and people so often forget about it.