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Bookslut Saturday: “Aziraphale collected books. If he were totally honest with himself he would have to have admitted that his bookshop was simply somewhere to store them.”

I find this to be ridiculously amazing, and I want it with a ferocity that is all but physically painful.
 
 
And then I found the Etsy shop trafalgarsquare, and absolutely fell in love:


 
Some days, it occurs to me that I really do want to run my own bookshop, if only so that
a. I can decorate it with things like these, and so
b. I can use it as a place to store all of my own books.

Because I really am Aziraphale:

“Aziraphale collected books. If he were totally honest with himself he would have to have admitted that his bookshop was simply somewhere to store them. He was not unusual in this. In order to maintain his cover as a typical second-hand book seller, he used every means short of actual physical violence to prevent customers from making a purchase. Unpleasant damp smells, glowering looks, erratic opening hours – he was incredibly good at it.”
Good Omens

   
Also I want to run a bookshop so that I can buy dozens of these and write them all off as an actual business expense:

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:)
 
 
And now…back to my own bookslutting!

Finished Lauren DeStefano’s Perfect Ruin yesterday (love), and am now working my way through Stephen King’s Doctor Sleep (also love).

Expect proper reviews of both soon!

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Bookslut Saturday: On Will Lavender’s upcoming The Descartes Circle, and book-kinks!

I will read damn near anything.

Part of the whole ‘being a bookslut’ thing and all, you understand; try most anything once! As such, my list of favourite books is an amorphous pile of incoherency — it covers everything from surrealist English snark about the apocalypse, with a misplaced Antichrist who just wants to save the whales; to gay Victorians (plural); to flappers sobbing over shirts; to Ghostly Marital Issues™; to creepy cats and drugged-up teaparties; to dissertations on mistaking elephants for hats; to boy wizards with unruly hair fighting evil noseless immortals; to gun-toting cowboys, former addicts, schizophrenic women in wheelchairs, Schrödinger’s kids, and talking animals Off Questing; to magical circuses; to the mafia; to ponies.

Try anything once, indeed.

While I had things that I particularly enjoyed (magical realism!), I’d not really found my own little ‘niche’.

And then, in early 2009, I spotted a book called Obedience, by Will Lavender, and I had to pick it up.

If we’re being honest, it was the title that first caught my attention (kinky little bookslut, hah), but when I read the summary I realised I wouldn’t be leaving the store without it.

I didn’t.

Obedience went home with me, I tore through it, it blew my mind, and when I finished it I was instantly both very, very in love and very, very disappointed.

Because it was only February, and I knew already that I’d read the best book I would read all year.

I was right. Nothing else could touch it.

Obedience was it. It completely embodied what turned out to be my bookslutting niche.

I want to be mindfucked, and hard.

And I’ve since found other books that manage it — Gone Girl did so fabulously, for example, and I’m currently reading The New York Trilogy which is also absolutely blowing my mind — but it’s still Will Lavender that nails it.

Gone Girl is a mindfuck based around a marriage. The New York Trilogy is a noir-ish private eye mindfuck.

But Will Lavender does academic mindfucks. Obedience takes place in a Logic and Reasoning class. His second novel, Dominance, takes place in a night class whose professor teaches from a video feed…in jail.

And yeah. That. Academia-based mindfucking apparently gets this little bookslut right the hell off.

Talk about a specific book-kink.

And ever since discovering it, my reading life has essentially been a repeat of 2009:

‘OH MY GOD YES WILL LAVENDER IS SO AMAZING OH MY GOD NO WHY ISN’T THERE MORE.’

I read Obedience and was desperate for more. I got my hands on a magical advance copy of Dominance, and damn near exploded, and then have been desperate for more ever since.

(Incorrigable bookslut, too, on top of being a kinky one.)

Then, the other day, I discovered this, and damn near exploded all over again.

And really did explode when I realised I couldn’t have it yet, and have no idea when I can.

This is the very definition of ‘bookslut problems’..

But still! I am a desperate little bookslut, and I will take what I can get, and I am ecstatic to know the thing is even in progress. :)

(Though I am admittedly a little bit disappointed at the title, and the fact it wasn’t Submission or some such. Ahem.)

This is currently my most anticipated book, and I cannot wait, and you all need to read Will Lavender too. ♥

In the meantime…what are your book-kinks?