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The Book High

I've always said I'll read anything, and I really do mean that. Lately M/M romance has had my interest, but fantasy and sci-fi were my first loves and will always hold a special place in my heart. I also love histories and biographies.

Currently reading

The Mists of Avalon
Marion Zimmer Bradley
Shakespeare After All
Marjorie Garber
The Importance of Turning Around Three Times Before Lying Down - Otter Oh, the adorableness! This was fantastically fun to read. An AU of the beginning of season 1 in which Stiles was perfect: awkward and goofy and sweet and earnest. And Derek was deliciously brooding and stoic while simultaneously being thoughtful and solicitous. And together they're lovely.

I thoroughly enjoyed their interactions both as boy and wolf and boy and boy. Honestly Derek says just about as much in either form, but his expressions and the reactions he gets from Stiles are always delightful and frequently hilarious.

So, so much fun!

And then when Derek finally opens up near the end and actually does talk: the story goes from fun and frequently-silly to sincere and touching and beautifully sweet.

Favorite Quotes:
He looks kind of like the German Shepherd on the K-9 unit at the sheriff's department, if that dog had been bombarded with gamma radiation and turned into the magnificent doggy version of the Hulk.

He looks like how Stiles has always pictures Sirius Black's dog-shape. It's like this dog has walked out of all of Stiles' childhood dreams and into the real world just because Stiles wanted it hard enough.

"I'll call you tomorrow to make sure your new dog hasn't eaten you."

The dog just sighs again, rolls his eyes, and looks away like he can't believe this bullshit is his life.

"I'm pretty sure a wolf wouldn't let me live to tell the tale if i
snuggled it."

Actually he doesn't even
look at the squirrel, he just stares at Stiles like, Really? and looks bored.

His cake tastes like magic, like it was baked by Christmas elves and unicorns.

Stiles finally stops himself by actually physically clapping a hand over his mouth, and he follows that up with carefully sliding his soup ... and coffee to one side so that he can more effectively curl himself face-down into the tabletop. It's sort of like his own personal version of becoming an armadillo.