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I will trade for anime, manga, other books (you'd have to post your own list), music, BPAL, or homemade food items if you can send them through the mail.
Dogsbody, by Diana Wynne Jones. New paperback; great book; for some reason I have an extra copy.
My Sweet Folly, by Laura Kinsale. I have an extra copy of this too, because despite its flaws I liked this enough to keep it-- and buy it twice, apparently.
So Once Was I, by K. M. Peyton. Interesting, low-key YA sort-of ghost story by the author of the Flambards series.
Practical Demonkeeping, by Christopher Moore. Everyone loves him; I can't get into him.
A Fistful of Sky, by by Nina Kiriki Hoffman. Fantasy about a woman who has to use her curse powers or die horribly; trouble is, she's really nice. Interesting and readable, but my usual philiosophical problems with Hoffman drove me nuts: she's so much more forgiving of, say, child abusers and rapists than I am, that her characters' moral quandaries strike me as weird (of course it's OK to curse the rapist to make him stop raping!) and her happy endings strike me as dubious. Also, the male love interest has no personality.
Moncrieff, by Isabelle Holland. Really beat-up, but also really hard to find.
I'll be Seeing You, by Lurlene McDaniel.
The Growing Season, by Noel Streatfield.
Wizards at War, by Diane Duane. Advance copy. Some good bits but over-long, with under-developed characters in key places, and with a closing revelation involving Ponch the dog that was both logical and profoundly annoying. Also, the levels of jeopardy have been raised so high so often, and yet with little lasting consequence, that the Nth repetition of "It's the end of the universe!" has little impact compared with, say, a threat to one person's mother...
Drift, by William Mayne. Goddammit, I really like his writing, but now that he's in jail for raping little girls I am unable to read anything of his that I haven't read already and hence have fond and innocent memories of. A white boy and Indian girl get lost in the wilderness.
Night Fall, by Joan Aiken. Dumb Gothic, but perhaps an Aiken completist would want it. Library copy.
The Man who Ate Everything, by Jeffrey Steingarten. Essays on food. He's a pretty good writer, but I found his sense of humor annoying.
Brain Rose, by Nancy Kress. Cool premise about technology that allows people to access their past lives begins vividly, but devolves into philosophical speculation that makes no sense whatsoever.
Dogsbody, by Diana Wynne Jones. New paperback; great book; for some reason I have an extra copy.
My Sweet Folly, by Laura Kinsale. I have an extra copy of this too, because despite its flaws I liked this enough to keep it-- and buy it twice, apparently.
So Once Was I, by K. M. Peyton. Interesting, low-key YA sort-of ghost story by the author of the Flambards series.
Practical Demonkeeping, by Christopher Moore. Everyone loves him; I can't get into him.
A Fistful of Sky, by by Nina Kiriki Hoffman. Fantasy about a woman who has to use her curse powers or die horribly; trouble is, she's really nice. Interesting and readable, but my usual philiosophical problems with Hoffman drove me nuts: she's so much more forgiving of, say, child abusers and rapists than I am, that her characters' moral quandaries strike me as weird (of course it's OK to curse the rapist to make him stop raping!) and her happy endings strike me as dubious. Also, the male love interest has no personality.
Moncrieff, by Isabelle Holland. Really beat-up, but also really hard to find.
I'll be Seeing You, by Lurlene McDaniel.
The Growing Season, by Noel Streatfield.
Wizards at War, by Diane Duane. Advance copy. Some good bits but over-long, with under-developed characters in key places, and with a closing revelation involving Ponch the dog that was both logical and profoundly annoying. Also, the levels of jeopardy have been raised so high so often, and yet with little lasting consequence, that the Nth repetition of "It's the end of the universe!" has little impact compared with, say, a threat to one person's mother...
Drift, by William Mayne. Goddammit, I really like his writing, but now that he's in jail for raping little girls I am unable to read anything of his that I haven't read already and hence have fond and innocent memories of. A white boy and Indian girl get lost in the wilderness.
Night Fall, by Joan Aiken. Dumb Gothic, but perhaps an Aiken completist would want it. Library copy.
The Man who Ate Everything, by Jeffrey Steingarten. Essays on food. He's a pretty good writer, but I found his sense of humor annoying.
Brain Rose, by Nancy Kress. Cool premise about technology that allows people to access their past lives begins vividly, but devolves into philosophical speculation that makes no sense whatsoever.