I think there'll be a series of mini-posts with different themes. Some of which may go up today, as I'm home sick with a bug. (I did not want to take my first day back as a sick day. I really didn't.)

As for Among Others, I can sort of see your point, but so far I'm enraptured. Though yeah, if the whole mystery of what happened isn't wrapped up satisfactorily, metaphorical throwing of pixels out the window may happen. And I can see the point that name checking a bunch of books you love isn't necessarily fascinating plotting, but the main character's experience of being a social outsider and raiding all available libraries for every science fiction and fantasy book she can find is pretty much how I spent my junior high and high school years, so I'm definitely bringing some autobiographical affection to the book. (I had the same experience with Michael Ondaatje's The Cat's Table recently. It's about a young boy on a sea voyage from Sri Lanka to England, tearing around the ship and trying to figure out the adults on board. The Sri Lanka to England part is foreign to me, but I did spend rather a lot of time poking around the Coast Guard ice breaker my dad was chief engineer on, and getting under the crew's feet. My boss, however, who lent me the book, found it interminable.)

If we all liked the same things, the world would be such a tedious place. *g*