Ok, so I'm going through the first issues of Alpha Flight (Canada's equivalent to the X-Men) and the references to Canada (circa 1983) are HILARIOUS. Apparently, Trudeau just dissolved Alpha Team (one of the heroes: I didn't vote for him!) and they're exploring the origins of one of their team - an amphibious girl.
"It began 18 years ago, off the grand banks of Newfoundland...
Bwah! Apologies to any Newfies out there!
The book that I'm currently reading from the library (a junky - but always readable - Mercedes Lackey fantasy) includes a CD. From the back cover:
Free books!! Or you could just download them online! Legally! Read on...
Continued...
On the actual CD it says: This disk and its contents may be copied and shared, but not sold.
So yeah, interesting. I suppose by putting it in a book that someone presumably bought it's targetting people who buy books. Even though I tend to borrow my books in a library, so that's probably where I'd get any books I liked, too. (Though I've been known to collect ones that I really like.)
Then again, they already GOT all my money. What drove me back to the library was my accounting software informing me that I had spent over $300 on books in a single month. (It's not really all that hard to do - it averages out to 12 books or so.)
This evening I was invited to hear author Wayson Choy talk about his life and writing experiences. Karen recently gave me his novel, The Jade Peony, a character driven novel describing life in Vancouver's Chinatown in the 1930s. The event was hosted by the East Gwillimbury Friends of the Library at the Town Hall council chambers.
He spoke movingly about being "lucky", looking for signs and learning the writing craft. He also spoke entertainingy about race and growing up as a "banana" - Chinese on the outside and "white" on the inside. He mentioned that when talking to other visible minorities he found that they usually had a similar food related term: oreo, apple (native), etc. And one day he met a caucasian Scottish man who grew up in China. Apparently, he was termed an "egg"!
and the Day the Floods Came, by M.C. Beaton
I really, really enjoy these mysteries. They're intelligently hilarious. Strangely, though, I only remember that when one of the books happens across my path and I can't put it down.
The protagonist is an immature, middle-aged, semi-retired woman who desperately wants to be loved. She considers herself a crack mystery solver, but she never manages to get any of the credit.
A memorable cast of re-curring characters and a deceptive variety of suspects make this a hard book to put down. Unfortunately, they mystery isn't often as inscrutable/neat as my fave, Agatha Christie. Still, highly recommended.