August 11th, 2009

me

Home safe, still half-asleep.

My flight from Montreal (technically from Boston, since it was a two-stage trip home) touched down in San Francisco last night at approximately nine-thirty, safely reuniting me with the state of my birth. Hooray! My mother collected me from the baggage claim area, shortly before we collected my suitcase from the baggage carousel, and we took off for the East Bay.

The trip itself was somewhat more...exciting...than I tend to prefer, involving as it did a twenty-minute connection that required me to sprint most of the way across Boston Airport. I was crying and hyperventilating by the time I hit the security gate for United Airlines, which, thankfully, caused security to be very nice to me, and got me to my plane on time. (Also, it exhausted me enough to spend most of the six-hour trip to California totally unaware of the world around me.)

Mom and I stopped for dinner at Denny's, since the particular structure of my trip home had denied me the option to eat. I miss the days of bad airplane meals that at least contained calories...

WorldCon was fabulous, and I'll post about it later, when I leave the "fire bad, tree pretty" stage of cognition. Big thanks to my fabulous roommates, Merav, Jon, and Susan; to John, for picking me up from the airport; to Deanne, for giving me a place to crash for a few hours before the fun really got started; and to the entire DAW Mafia, without which I would have been entirely lost.

Next year...AUSTRALIA.
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Rosemary and reviews, August 11th edition.

So Kmont, over at Lurva ala Mode has posted her full review of Rosemary and Rue, which was a fantastic way to start my return from WorldCon. Quoting a bit:

"Worldbuilding. Oh, it’s oh so lovely. There are books where this area of fantasy feels effortlessly done and this is one of them. Too, it is infused into the book. It's as if the author planted a beautiful, huge tree, it sprouted and from its branches the rest of the book just flowed. I'm not usually a fan of the faery tales, the ones that deal directly with faeries, courts, and all the mystical qualities that come with them. With some books the worldbuilding feels too wispy, as if a slight breeze could knock it all down. Other times it's so heavy and cumbersome it’s ridiculous. I don't want to feel weighted down by a faery story, but I don't want it to be vague either. I felt that McGuire did an excellent job of turning San Francisco into more than a city, into something otherworldly and real, if not surreal."

...and...

"Another great new series to start the journey with, and I cannot wait for more. Very highly recommended."

Color me delighted. Meanwhile, Dirty Sexy Books was kind enough to provide a totally kick-ass review—I got their coveted top rating!—and I couldn't be happier. Again, to quote:

"I predict that this new series will be an urban fantasy powerhouse. It was beautifully woven and heartbreakingly tragic; I felt tears pricking my eyes after the prologue, and I don’t consider myself a complete softy. I admire Seanan McGuire’s prose for making me feel the magic with all five senses, and whether it was beautiful or terrible, it was always alien and strange. I felt like a trespasser who was given a secret tour of a San Francisco that no human will ever see and live."

I kinda want to get "urban fantasy powerhouse" tattooed on my wrist, where I can just look at it when I'm down. Also, I envy her skill with plot summary. Hers begins "The story begins fourteen years ago, when October Daye was a wife, a mother, and a liar..." That's so perfect. I'm jealous.

Finally, I have a review in the new issue of Romantic Times...and they gave Rosemary and Rue four and a half stars. HOLY CRAP. I mean, just...HOLY CRAP.

Twenty days.

We're almost there.