I decided to do a history theme on Nerdalicious this week, which was an impulse decision that kept me up late a few nights. I had an absolute ball hunting down some quotes from Eustace Chapuys, the Spanish ambassador in Henry VIII’s court, who was one of the most sarcastic men in Tudor times, and I just adore him. I also spoke to Lauren Mackay about her upcoming book on Chapuys this week, and I am really looking forward to it. It is about time he got his own biography.
Of course I had to spend a lot of time with my immortal enemy, that guy <<<
It’s been a bit of a mad week with the announcement of Peter Capaldi as the 12th Doctor on Monday morning. We stayed up until 4 a.m to watch the reveal live on ABC. Capaldi had been announced as the favourite days before the official announcement which I, as usual, completely ignored. I had also ignored the rumours that John Hurt was playing an incarnation of the Doctor in the 50th Anniversary special, so at least I get to surprise myself. We have a slew of articles over on Nerdalicious this week, including Craig’s theory on the next Doctor being the last Doctor, my rant on Doctor Who being accused of being sexist, the new official trailer for the 12th Doctor and some fun anecdotes about previous Doctors.
This is my first set of of the Song of Ice and Fire series. The first four books are my first edition trade paperbacks. I bought A Dance with Dragons in hardcover when it was released, but when I went to buy the paperback, they had stopped making trades. Resulting in this
And if you are a mega-nerd like me and need matching covers and same-size books, then this is what happens
The Sydney Opera House have made my mortal enemy list. I registered for pre-sale tickets for the Game of Thrones event in November the minute it was announced, and then waited for my email. Considering I can forget about things within minutes I rely on those emails. When I got into Facebook the day the tickets went on sale and saw it promoted I still had no email with a pre-sale link. By the time someone from the Opera House answered my angry message all of the standard tickets were sold. $500 for a ticket? No thanks. I then found out they released another batch of standard tickets the next day which sold out immediately. Funnily enough, no email again. I have had a formal response and an apology, but that is not going to get me tickets.
Gal and Deirdre have forgotten something. something really, really important.
When her grandmother dies, Deirdre is left alone in a crumbling block of flats. Looking out the window one misty night, she sees a boy who seems familiar. Together, he and Deirde must discover the secret of the old building, before it collapses and the secret is lost forever . . .
Deirdre and Gal have been friends for a lifetime. Brought together when they were five, they instantly developed a bond, a friendship that is tested sorely over the course of their tale, a bond broken and battered and reforged, like a magical sword from a medieval tale. When Gal finds Deirdre in the crumbling ruins of the once-grand Corbenic, he has gone to claim her. But perhaps it is Corbenic that will claim them both.