Eh, it's been another month...
Last Finished:
When Lightning Strikes (Brenda Novak), on Nook: A PR agent in Los Angels winds up marrying her most difficult, self-destructive client, a top box office star, in a publicity stunt that doesn't go as planned. A quick-reading escape, like most romances. Not especially deep, and the logic's a bit shaky if you look too close, but the characters are decent enough to care about and it delivered what it promised.
Animals Real and Imagined (Terryl Whitlatch), in paperback: A gallery of Whitlatch's art, from horses and lemurs to mammoths and dinosaurs and other, imaginary creatures. A top-notch animal artist, Whitlatch has worked with Disney and the Star Wars franchise, and she teaches workshops and courses on crafting imaginary creatures. Plenty of eye- and mind-candy here, with some notes on her creative process and philosophy. (I got this at a con a short while ago - signed and personalized, too.)
Currently Reading:
The Artist's Way (Julia Cameron), in paperback: A course/plan for "recovering" artists overcoming blocks external and internal. She got off on a shaky foot with name-dropping thick enough to count as carpet bombing, and some of the spiritual stuff gets a little old, but I'm giving it a shot. Couldn't hurt... (My main complaint is that I got it as part of a "kit" with a journal, which has a very stiff spine that makes it difficult to keep flat enough to write in. Spiral binding - would it have killed you?)
Now Write! Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror (Laurie Lamson, editor), in paperback: A collection of essays and exercises on writing in the three mentioned genres, plus a little on thrillers as they're so close to horror. Yes, I'm trying to overcome some issues creating stories... So far, the essays vary greatly in quality. Some are inspiring, some are just bland, and a couple have made me wonder why the author bothered writing them at all. There was also one that was so dated and sexist I wondered if it was dredged up from the 50's... and I was shocked that it was written by a woman.
I'm also just about halfway through Brandon Sanderson's Warbreaker (finally) - again, I enjoy it when I'm reading it, and I love some of his ideas and characters, but for some reason I just don't pick it up as often as I should. I'm determined to finish the thing by the end of March, though.
And, on my Kindle, I'm picking at Charles Dickens's Great Expectations. I'm 16% in, and I'm still not sure if I can commit to finishing it. So far, it's about an oversensitive boy being tormented by caricatured people who seem to exist solely to torment him. I like some of the descriptions, but the plot is dragging something fierce. I'm still not entirely sure there is a plot proper, but rather a series of unfortunate incidents in the life of the hapless Pip, proving again and again that he's miserable. Yeah, got it - everyone hates him except his sister's husband, who is too wimpy to really stand up for him. Can we move along? If it doesn't pick up soon, I may end up scrapping it as a lost cause. (And I'm aware that this probably makes me a hopeless ignoramus, but there's only so much aimless meandering and whining I can take...)