So this week, I am still reading the “Sword of Shannara” trilogy. At this point I am partway through the second novel of the original series, The Elfstones of Shannara, which is a much better book than the first one; either Terry Brooks engaged in a lot of writing practice after Sword of Shannara, or his publisher hired a better editor, or both. Probably both.
So those who are familiar with the sorts of other things I’ve done “not a review” entries on, not to mention the sorts of things I write, and who also are familiar with the show Preacher* on AMC, will likely not be surprised to learn that I’ve never missed a single episode of that unhinged horror/comedy/fantasy/bizarro-land production.
So this week, surprising no one, I am still reading the “Sword of Shannara” trilogy omnibus. In fact I’m still on the first volume. For something a little different, I thought I would scrounge up the original cover from this book, courtesy of Goodreads:
Somehow, despite being both a Child of the 80s and a fairly voracious reader of fantasy literature, I never got around to reading any of Terry Brooks’s classic “Shannara” series. That oversight is now being corrected, as I’m currently reading The Sword of Shannara Trilogy, a massive ebook comprising The Sword of Shannara (1977), The Elfstones of Shannara (1982), and The Wishsong of Shannara (1985).
So this week I’m reading The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls, a horror/dark fantasy/historical/possibly semi-autobiographical novel by the violinist and pop/punk/cabaret/sort-of-unclassifiable singer Emilie Autumn.