Trinie DaltonCritiques

Magic

I love this sweet and strange book.

This is a short story collection, but "stories" isn't really the best thing to call her writing. It was more like short musings...almost like a really stoned Livejournal-er, but not as bargain bin as that sounds. She's an interesting writer. Sometimes her analogies are a little too hippy for me, but she's funny and interesting. I should look her up to see if she's got anything else published.

I love unicorns.

This story was a little weird. Got to admit. There is a part about liquid secreting for a horn and just the way it was worded made it sound a million times worse then it was.

BUT that is one small thing to the story. Overall it was a good story. A nice little bit of history to add to the world of unicorns.
I also really liked that it had pictures. I read so many books with so many pages, sometimes it's nice to see a picture here and there. The illustrator did a good job.

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Hey, that's right... I'm a woman. I have very different sensibilities than a lot of my friends -- men. Seriously, I think I'd forgotten.

Disillusionment, sensuality, nurturing, sleepovers with scary movies... maybe it's because I'm really trying to find myself again, but this, to me, was some wacky celebration of femininity -- the pity for weird stalkers, the incense, the spontaneous, overpowering emotional reactions...

"You'll wake up from a dream with a physical craving to touch cat hair. Going into cat mode is usually fine and entertaining, nothing too psychological. But death and nighttime complicate cat mode."

"There's something evil about a world in which I can think of a hundred jobs I'd like, and none of them will support me. Puppy rancher, wild mushroom collector, designer of fantasy postal stamps, incense critic."

"I thought of my sleeping bag, covered with Snoopies and Belles, Snoopy's twin dog girlfriend, and how it should have me inside it. It should have been keeping me warm that very minute. Instead, a guy was pushing me against a towel rack."½