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The Bookish Owl – Thief of Time by Terry Pratchett

Thief of Time Terry Pratchett Owl

I started reading Thief of Time by Terry Pratchett on Friday, didn’t get around to taking a picture until today, and now… I’m sort of done with the book already.

“Thief of Time” is meant to be taken literally, apparently, because I don’t usually have 400+ pages disappearing on me in two days.

It wasn’t even as good as the usual Discworld novel…
Or as funny…
Or made much sense at all…

So what in the world happened with this book!? I don’t even remember spending that much time reading!

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Excuse me. I just read 250 pages in a row without getting up for a drink at any time. I wouldn’t recommend that.

Thief of Time Terry Pratchett Owl
“Whatcha lookin’ at?”

 

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Quiet Whisper – Excerpt (Chapter 34)

Selissa took a look at the guardsman standing in the room, scowling at Ardeth while Josiah was tending to another patient. While recognizing him as one of the rebels who often stood guard at the main gates, she also noticed the blood running from a wound at his temple and from his cracked lip.

“What happened to him?” Selissa asked as Josiah hurried over to her after finishing up his work. On the bed, Ardeth’s lip twitched slightly.

“He fell down the stairs,” the assassin said pleasantly. Selissa looked at him with a raised eyebrow, wondering how exactly someone managed to fall down the stairs of a one-story building. But seeing as no one tried to deny it, she decided not to ask.

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Reading to My Owl

Book Owl

The title is not a metaphor. That is really what I’ve been doing lately.

…No, I’m not THAT lonely. There’s a perfectly sensible explanation.

You see, even though I’m fluent in English and can write entire books, my English pronounciation is horrible. I might read, write and watch TV almost entirely in English, but, being born and raised in Denmark where I still live, I almost never speak English. Meaning that even though I can write a book, I sometimes struggle to get through a simple conversation.

And it’s stupid words I can’t pronounce. I have absolutely no problem saying words like ‘mischievous’ or ‘auspicious’ (words I can’t spell right on the first try), but ‘brother’ and ‘area’ makes my tongue tie itself in knots. Seriously, who struggles with area?!

It’s getting a little embarrassing (also a weird word I can say just fine!), so I figured the only way to fix the problem was to practice. And reading out loud to my owl seemed more convenient than calling up friends and forcing them to talk to me in a foreign language.

Also, it freaks out Artemis much less than when I sing to him.

 

So, um… does anyone have any book recommendations suitable for owls?

Book Owl

 

 

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The Bookish Owl – Mogworld by Yahtzee Croshaw

Mogworld Yahtzee Croshaw Owl

I’m burning through books much faster than usual, so I’m kind of running low on fantasy books that aren’t the size of bricks (and aren’t written by Terry Pratchett).

Luckily, I have books worthy of a second reading! I’m currently rereading Mogworld by Yahtzee Croshaw.

(I looked up the author to see if that was his real name, and I love how, apparently, he just went “Benjamin? Hell no, I want it to say Yahtzee on the front of my books!)

The first time around, I borrowed this book from a friend, and then immediately ordered by own copy once I was done. It’s a parody based on the concept of online RPG games, but it manages to have a quite decent plot in spite of being a parody story. It follows the student mage, Jim, who is killed during a raid on his school, and then brought back to life by the crazy evil overlord Dreadgrave (who turns out to be a surprisingly considerate employer!). Jim then sets out on his own noble quest – to figure out how to kill himself again.

Sounds truly heartwarming, right?

Mogworld Yahtzee Croshaw Owl

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Ghostly Scream – Excerpt (Chapter 23)

A weight leaned against the door pushed it forward as soon as she turned the handle, but their visitor managed to grab hold of the frame before he fell headfirst into the room. Vaguely, Selissa noted the blood smeared all over the door, but it was the hulking man clinging to the wall that grabbed her attention.

“Hello, princess,” Ardeth said hoarsely, before promptly passing out at her feet.

Blinking dumbly, staring at the empty space the assassin had occupied just seconds before, the only thought that occurred to Selissa was, ‘This is becoming a habit.’