Okay, so... the major big-ass reason I still haven't found a new 'fandom' even though I have tons of other, non-HP interests (*hemhem*)-- aside from the fact that no one writes meta -or- fic for random yaoi pr0n-- is that I'm a rather picky genre (fantasy) reader, right. Yeah, thass righ', that's why I don't read shounen manga -or- watch 'guy' (sports, adventure, military, etc) shows-- not only is most of it not fantasy, what -is- fantasy isn't the sort I like (sword-n-sorcery/adventure = much better animated and uh, actually action-packed). Most of the stuff everyone luvs and keeps pimpin' on TV isn't 'real' fantasy either-- unless you count ghosts & demons and things, and just to make my life more difficult, I like most fantastic tropes besides demons, dragons, ghosts and monsters (or angels!! eurgh!) in general. And... there goes most stuff people write :/ But.
All of this is to say, I've been back to reading 'actual' fantasy lit lately (of the no-fanfic kind, omg!!), and even though I love Bujold and Flewelling-- and you know I think it's brilliant when I enjoy stuff with demons and ghosts-- it's just not the same. It's not... yeay like the HP books are yeay. And... this is something so outside quality, because by gods, but can Lois McMaster Bujold write, but... I was thinking about what the difference is, and I think it's that HP works for me by making me think 'omg, I love this world! this is so fun! I want to move!'
And on some level I'm like that about any world I really enjoy, Bujold's Chalion and Flewelling's Skala as much as wizarding Britain, but there's just something different about those others. I think a good example (the thing that actually inspired this post) is my experience with The Man Who Lived Beneath The Stairs. Yes.
When I was 9-10 or so, there was a little cubbyhole beneath the stairs in my grandma's apartment building where the superintendent lived.
( ...you can just tell this'll be a touching story, right. *snort* )
All of this is to say, I've been back to reading 'actual' fantasy lit lately (of the no-fanfic kind, omg!!), and even though I love Bujold and Flewelling-- and you know I think it's brilliant when I enjoy stuff with demons and ghosts-- it's just not the same. It's not... yeay like the HP books are yeay. And... this is something so outside quality, because by gods, but can Lois McMaster Bujold write, but... I was thinking about what the difference is, and I think it's that HP works for me by making me think 'omg, I love this world! this is so fun! I want to move!'
And on some level I'm like that about any world I really enjoy, Bujold's Chalion and Flewelling's Skala as much as wizarding Britain, but there's just something different about those others. I think a good example (the thing that actually inspired this post) is my experience with The Man Who Lived Beneath The Stairs. Yes.
When I was 9-10 or so, there was a little cubbyhole beneath the stairs in my grandma's apartment building where the superintendent lived.
( ...you can just tell this'll be a touching story, right. *snort* )
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