The heart and soul of ForFemFan. I read and review old, obscure speculative fiction written by (primarily) women in the hopes of bringing deserved recognition to forgotten gems.
I finally get the cozy mystery fantasy that I’ve wanted since The Drastic Dragon of Draco Texas.
It’s been nothing but rain in Pittsburgh, but my reading is in a dry-spell.
I knew I wouldn’t like this book, and yet I was still tricked into thinking that I might like it.
This review proves my ability for impartiality.
We decided to see other people.
Another one of those conflicting books.
The 1990s are back with more time travel drama.
Pulp at its pulpiest — ie, worst.
I’m not sure what the fork I just read, and I don’t think it was particularly good, but I enjoyed it a lot?
This book is much more intentionally goofy than that cover would lead you to believe.
Twice I’ve tried to read this. Twice I’ve failed.
Lesson learned: sometimes you should read the back copy.
No fantasy, no fun.
I don’t think it gets much more obscure than this.
Not as cute as that cover.
Other reviews I’ve read for An Alien Light make me want to start a fight.
Everything is mediocre yet hard to give up on.
I needed a win, so I pulled out some Doris Egan. <3
I really tried, but I didn’t even make it to page 3.
ARE YOU NOT DEPRESSED? Because srsly, I am now.
Phoenix Fire isn’t a real book, it’s a family-friendly action movie from the 1990s.
A 4-star book become a 2-star book.
I’ve an atheist goat and a toilet paper commercial in this review.
A book centered around mortality that didn’t freak me out. Huh?
I know, that robot looks like Claptrap. Don’t be fooled.
Not Barbara Hambly’s best work, but it’s still Barbara Hambly.
Bad Back Copy makes another guest appearance!
This book is not actually about witches. It’s actually about a disembodied narrator’s thoughts.
When I finished reading Missing Man, I slammed the book down on my couch and said “well, that was a dumb fucking book.”
Daughters of Earth is a trio of sci-fi stories. The front cover claims they’re novels. They aren’t. Some of them might be novellas. Others are … novelettes? It doesn’t matter. They’re definitely stories, and thus I shall call them.
I have a lot of thoughts about this niche literary world I’ve built around myself and no one to talk about it with. Author bios, hot-takes on comparative themes, dissertations on groundbreaking cover artists, used-book-store visits—this is where everything else goes.
I HAVE THOUGHTS ABOUT OBSCURE BOOKS
So many bikinis.
This NSFW post includes glorious art, boobs, kittens, and Andrew W.K.
Or—Why Forcing Yourself to Read Consistently Will Help You Spot Books You Should Quit.
Not one but two depictions of a wizard in front of a computer await you!
Really I was punked by a kid—the dictionary was merely the tool of my punkening.
Surprisingly, this is book-related!
She wrote one book. Then what?