My 12-year-old daughter introduced my wife and me to the immensely popular Attack on Titan TV animated series (it's on Netflix). We quickly tore through all 25 episodes and loved it in the same way we love zombie movies, Game of Thrones, and Guillermo del Toro's The Strain.
In short, the story takes place in a future where the human race has been nearly wiped out by giant humanoids who eat people for fun. The remaining humans live in land enclosed by three tall concentric walls. They have no electricity or gasoline engines, and are constantly being attacked by the titans, who seem incapable of (or unwilling to) communicate with people.
Now that we must wait for the second season (and the upcoming live action movie), we've started reading the manga, which came before the TV series, and extends way beyond where the first season of the TV show left off. Amazon has a good deal on the first Attack on Titan anthology, which collects issues 1-4 of the Manga. It's just $5 and runs 208 pages. I know I'm late to the party, here -- I imagine a lot of you are familiar with the show, but if you have not, you are in for a treat.
Note: Attack on Titan is gory and intense. I think 12 is good age to start with the series. I wouldn't give it to a younger child.
A group of right-wing Internet users calling themselves "Sad Pupping" have hijacked the Hugo Award ballot this year, buying voter-only memberships to the World Science Fiction Convention in order to fill the ballot with stories aligned with their political agenda, including one published by "Patriarchy Press," calling on Gamergate supporters to join in with them in seizing control of the award.
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In 1821 Thomas De Quincey published his memoir, Confessions of an English Opium-Eater. Even though the book sold well, and De Quincey would go on to write other essays with insightful pre-Freudian psychological observations, his life was marred by drug addiction and financial debt.
Both books are murder mysteries set in Victorian England, and Morrell has taken great delight in researching and presenting the details of daily life for the rich and poor of that era. In both novels De Quincey is a Holmes-ian amateur detective with an extraordinary eye for detail and a keen understanding of human psychology. In Inspector of the Dead, De Quincey and his proto-feminist daughter Emma meet Queen Victoria herself when it becomes clear the Queen is the next likely victim in a series of gruesomely elaborate murders of rich and powerful members of the government. The De Quinceys and a pair of Scotland Yard detectives are unofficially tasked with protecting the Queen and catching the unknown killer.
Morrell, best known as the author of the Rambo novels (which I have not read but am now thinking I should), knows how to write an exciting page-turner, giving it enough historical background, detail, and interesting characters to make it a fulfilling read. I felt like I was really in foggy old England, with snotty aristocrats treating poor people like animals, Bobbies waving their clackers, and horse hoove's clacking in front of Hansom cabs.
I have not yet read the first De Quincey novel, Murder as a Fine Art, but I'm reading it now and it looks like it's going to be as good as Inspector of the Dead. (You don't need to read the first novel to enjoy the second.)