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Mardi Gras Post!


It's Fat Tuesday! The tradition that echoes down to us from the medieval ages and possibly before, I don't know, I'm not going to Wikipedia for this. But back when people took Lent seemingly much more seriously, today was the last kickass day before Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent, where things involve deprivation and sadness. 

(by the way, my high school judged you if you gave up sugar or something dietary for Lent, because then you were doing it to look better and not for God #ChristianHighSchools)

If you threw your reading responsibilities to the wind, what would you read? What giant and/or trashy novels?

WELL. Personally, if I lived in a time lock like where the Daleks were exiled on Doctor Who and I could just take however long because TIME DOES NOT MOVE, I would read The Last of the Amazons, because my voice teacher keeps telling me I'd love it because it's all ladies and olden times, and to be honest, I would not be averse to reading some damn books about the Amazons.

Crimson Petal and the White. You guys. It's Victorian. It's meta. It's all about this one lady. Unbelievably gorgeous Romola Garai plays her in the film version. How have I not read this yet it's sitting right there on my shelf. Oh man. I want to read that thing. And yet here I am, reading Hamilton like it's my homework (it is) and Mindy Kaling's new book, and Men Explain Things to Me, which, granted, that last one's probably important because Feminism, and Humans Not Being Assholes Someday, but I still want to read meta stuff about a pretty Victorian lady.

Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell. IS THIS THE GRAVITY'S RAINBOW OF OUR GENERATION? Will it sit unread on our shelves for decades, minus a few smug bastards who finished it? I started this book and I genuinely think it's really good, but I haven't been able to stick with it. BUT. Given the aforementioned time lock situation, I would finish the shit out of that book.

I'd probably read a decent amount of not-great YA lit with an interesting premise. Anything with time travel, anything with monster hunting ladies, anything with insane asylums. Anything with "academy" in the title.

HAPPY MARDI GRAS.


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