Give and Take (Garbage Literature)

First of all: Wordie is my new boyfriend. I love him with all my heart and we shall be together forever, or until the Internet decompiles, whichever is first.

I look forward to making other lists, though I'm not sure of what. Words that make good pairs, probably. When I was little and teaching myself to read and remember, that's how I did it: rhyme.

I attach my words to memories and vice versa. Usually, they're memories of how and where I learned the word. *Glows.* ^_^

I will post about that at some later date. That'll be fun. Whenever I finally get a laptop, I plan to drag it into my bedroom and thus finally type up the list of all the books I own, too.

I usually ignore the topic thing, but they had a good one today: a literary character that has influenced you in some way.

Mine were aliens. S'keral/Keral, and Simsa.

Simsa was the unusual child of the dread Burrows beneath the ancient city, hiding the usual mysterious powers in her genetic legacy. She had an animal friend who was part fruit-bat and part fox named Zass, and like all animal friends who follow Mary Sue around, he had some limited special powers and was kickass. My favorite is this one, in which our heroine survives alone in a horrible slate-colored desert fraught with tentacle monsters (I am not making that up) and saves her clueless human frenemy/platonic boyfriend numerous times.

Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that

S'keral was the statuesque, fragile genderswitching native, terrified of the woman his Earth psychic brought out in him. No one in the world likes this one except me.

I was six years old when I chose them both. He was impossibly wonderful and soothed something in me when he took his human's hand and kissed him. She was capable and independent (and beautiful), and her environments were always so alive and strange.

I wish there were more books with S'keral, but there aren't.

What is done under four moons is neither remembered nor regretted.

Um, humans? Um, from "worthy" books?

Sarah Crewe and, to an ineffably lesser extent, Dickon. I don't go in for literature, in the main, and certainly not for its characters.

That's really almost all.

I went through a dreadful horrendous phase where I memorized much of this book, as well, and was cheered by her one-nighter with the charming weekend-sailor whose name escapes me, but very disappointed when I became a teenager and finished the book and all she needed to make her whole was Jeff from Terra. *Eyeroll.*