Tuesday seemed like a day for some minor retail therapy. It appears the stars have aligned for some small, small fortunes.
I went to Gamestop early in the afternoon looking for some of those thumb grippers for an Xbox Series X controller. And while that mission was successful, I happened across these Sailor Moon travel hand sanitizer sleeves (or whatever). Now, for any other item/IP/brand/whatever I wouldn't even look twice at purchasing something unnecessary like this. But finding these stacked up shook me to my core. So much so that I knew right away if I didn’t buy one of each character now, I ran the risk of never finding them all at once again. Therefore, I got one of each and kept it moving. The guy at the register was pretty much like "you ain't playing around." Never with Sailor Moon, buddy. Never!
Will I actually use them? That's the real question. Hell if I know. I’ve pretty much stood them on my bookshelves as figures, and I'm good with that. Maybe if I can convince myself to buy a ticket to Tokyo I'll slap one or two on a traveling bag.
Enjoying the afternoon out, I decided to run by Barnes & Noble to see if I could find an opportunity to buy something and help keep the story open. You know, stuff like that. Surprisingly, I ran across the second book in Ilona Andrews' Kate Daniels urban fantasy series, Magic Burns. And, seeing as I had so much to say about my recent reading of the first book, I actually bought it. Sometimes the second book in a series can change my mind about sticking with a book series (here's looking at you Sookie Stackhouse). Plus, according to some online reviewers, Andrews' second offering is where matters improve drastically over the first. Incidentally I ran across Magic Burns outside of its proper shelving. I perceived this line of events as the framework of the “book gods” in action saying “try the second book, man.” I guess we can all justify anything.
We'll see about that, though. One more shot.
Lastly, I finally bought a longstanding wishlist item known as The Sorcerer of the Wildeeps by Kai Ashante Wilson. While the biggest draw for me lies in the book representing black, LGBT characters given their own course in a fantasy piece; the publisher’s website best lays out the synopsis in stating:
"Since leaving his homeland, the earthbound demigod Demane has been labeled a sorcerer. With his ancestors' artifacts in hand, the Sorcerer follows the Captain, a beautiful man with song for a voice and hair that drinks the sunlight.
The two of them are the descendants of the gods who abandoned the Earth for Heaven, and they will need all the gifts those divine ancestors left to them to keep their caravan brothers alive.
The one safe road between the northern oasis and southern kingdom is stalked by a necromantic terror. Demane may have to master his wild powers and trade humanity for godhood if he is to keep his brothers and his beloved captain alive."
Well, that’s it for a Tuesday. I’m between books right now and have been tip-toeing around continuing my urban fantasy nostalgia reads by once again (after over a decade) trying to read Karen Chance's first Cassie Palmer series, Touch the Dark. I kind of think it's not going to happen–to be completely honest. The enthusiasm to go for it just isn't quite there. Nor is the enthusiasm to completely discard it without another attempt, seeing as lately I've been combing through this genre to find whatever sticks.
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