Archive for September, 2014
I love fonts. You can say I’m obsessed with collecting them all. It’s no secret to those who know me. You’re Just My Type is a new feature where I showcase the fonts I absolutely adore and use. And hopefully, you will love the fonts I pick. Add all of them to your font collection! Let it grow!
Oh hey there. Look what’s back? Fonts! I’ve just been in quite a funk, but here I am, throwing these gorgeous fonts at you. You might notice that I’ve made it the old way instead of the mini-posters only because I’m trying to ease my way back to do this every week. (It’s quite hard when my brain is on resumes and cover letters.)
Go on, go look at the beautiful fonts!
Designed by Sydney Goldstein
You can’t really use South Rose as a day-to-day font, but it’s perfect for drop cap! I just love the designs in each letter. For some reason, they remind me of different building designs.
“Miss Rook, I am not an occultist,” Jackaby said. “I have a gift that allows me to see truth where others see the illusion–and there are many illusions. All the world’s a stage, as they say, and I seem to have the only seat in the house with a view behind the curtain.”
Newly arrived in New Fiddleham, New England, 1892, and in need of a job, Abigail Rook meets R. F. Jackaby, an investigator of the unexplained with a keen eye for the extraordinary–including the ability to see supernatural beings. Abigail has a gift for noticing ordinary but important details, which makes her perfect for the position of Jackaby’s assistant. On her first day, Abigail finds herself in the midst of a thrilling case: A serial killer is on the loose. The police are convinced it’s an ordinary villain, but Jackaby is certain it’s a nonhuman creature, whose existence the police–with the exception of a handsome young detective named Charlie Cane–deny.
Doctor Who meets Sherlock in William Ritter’s debut novel, which features a detective of the paranormal as seen through the eyes of his adventurous and intelligent assistant in a tale brimming with cheeky humor and a dose of the macabre.
First sentence: “It was late January, and New England wore a fresh coat of snow as I stepped along the gangplank to the shore.”
You know how Jackaby is said to share a likeness to Doctor Who and Sherlock? I can see it. Well, more of the Sherlock and Watson relationship, and not Doctor Who (but that’s just me). I enjoyed it! A lot! I appreciate books about detectives and the supernatural. Jackaby doesn’t fail to deliver the awesome. From start to finish, I was entranced by the story that I ended up staying wayyyyy past my bedtime to read it. Peculiar detective who focuses on the supernatural, a curious assistant who’s looking for a job and an adventure, and a serial killer on the loose? What’s not to like?
Dear Daniel Handler and We Are Pirates,
God damn, I need We Are Pirates. I need it like I need the air for breathing or food for energy or books for entertainment or faces to scream over. The point is, I really need this book.
Welllllllll, I’m glad you ask.
Scenario: You just finished typing up a review, and you realize you have to rate it, but you find yourself at a lost because what rating does this book deserve? It was okay. You liked and hated some stuff. It deserves a…B? B-? Maybe lower than that? Then months later, you’re going over your old reviews (for whatever reason—fixing formatting or comparing ratings) when you look at your review of The Bird Who Never Sang (a book I just made up), you frown and think, “wait, I rated the book a B? That doesn’t seem right. It deserves so much lower than that?”
Inspired by What She Reads, Pure Imagination Blog, and Stacked.
I admit I’m a book cover snob. Who isn’t though?
Book covers are the first thing that attracts readers to a book. A good cover can draw someone is, just as a bad cover can easily draw someone away. It can essentially make or break a book. Holy, Mother Cover! is where I showcase the book covers that stand out (or make me cringe) and discuss cover changes.
Shooooooooeeeesss. Be prepared for some major shoe envy. I want practically all the one you will see before you.