things that amuse only me

I went to Barnes and Noble this afternoon to celebrate my birthday the only way a birthday should be celebrated - I wanted to buy books. Specifically, the new Elizabeth Bear novel Chill. They had it, so I bought it.

What amused me, though, is the progression of "from the author of" notes on the front cover.

Let's pretend that I don't already know that Elizabeth Bear is made of 120 proof awesomesauce.

Chill: from the author of Dust.

Hmm. Okay. I'll check out Dust.

Dust: from the author of Undertow.

Hmm, okay. Still not sure who Elizabeth Bear is. I'll check Undertow.

Undertow: from the author of Carnival.

Carnival: from the author of Worldwired.


Here I chuckled. Now, I don't own the Jenny Casey trilogy (of which Worldwired is the excellent conclusion), but I would wager the progression concludes like this:

Worldwired: from the author of Scardown

Scardown: from the author of Hammered.

Hammered:....

And there the progression breaks down because Hammered was her first book.

Why am I amused? I have no freaking clue. Too much pizza and root beer? Perhaps.

I still need to read Dust before I crack Chill, but that's okay. And Carnival, but that's not part of a series.

I also picked up a deeply discounted hardcover of The Plague of Doves, by Louise Erdrich and a regular price trade paper of The Unforgiving Minute, by Craig Mullaney