Goodreads synopsis: Since ancient times, irrepressible women have broken all kinds of barriers. They ruled. They invented. They cured people. They killed people. They ran cities and businesses. The won races, athletic and political. They explored. They bankrolled explorers. They even bankrolled religions. Almost every organized religion, from Christianity to Buddhism to Quaker, has gotten off the ground thanks to the hard work and cold cash of women!
Most traditional histories written by men ignore, obscure, or erase the role of women, especially those who challenge the status quo. But the evidence of their achievements exists everywhere: in writings, coins, artifacts, graffiti, music, portraits, legal transcripts, love notes, and hate mail. For more than twenty years, Vicki Leon has been examining this evidence, chasing clues however faint and unconventional, and reporting her findings in numerous books, including the delightful four volume Uppity Women series.
4,000 Years of Uppity Women features the best of that series, chosen by Leon herself. It focuses not on legendary goddesses or literary characters but on real women (though many of them did become the subjects of poems, plays, and stories).
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We’ve reached the tenth part of The Angel Wore Fangs and, well… it’s time to get on with it.
Last time there was more sex, weird analogies, some kinkshaming, just really awful puns, some timey wimey questions, and Zeb finally found Cnut, but didn’t kill him. Except Cnut almost killed himself by getting lost in a blizzard. Andrea is enforcing modern-day American Christian Christmas traditions on the pagan Vikings, and there is a giant tree in Cnut’s hall, which confused him. And Andrea officially said the L-word. In her head, so I guess she didn’t say it.
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Part 8 back here.
Last time we finally got to the sex and I shared with you Taeyang’s Ringa Linga, and I’m not even sorry. That’s pretty much it, honestly. Oh, Jasper is getting suspicious of Zeb and wants him to bring Cnut in to make up for the fact that he’s only bringing in definite sinners that they were already going to end up recruiting anyway. Also Cnut had to bite Andrea and I’m still weirded out more than a week later.
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I’m starting to need these recaps more than you guys are, probably.
Previously on The Angel Wore Fangs: We referenced Outlander a lot, because why not. The Vikings knew how to cook Elizabethan white bread a thousand years before the Elizabethans existed. (I talked a lot about bread.) Andrea cooked a lot. There are Lucipires in 850s Scandinavia. Vikings apparently don’t know what bears look like. My sexprediction is chapter 14, which we will get to in this reading. Andrea’s sister has been rescued, Andrea is Cnut’s “lifemate,” Michael probably is responsible for sending them back in time, coconut tingles.
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We’re back and jumping right into Chapter 11.
Part six, if you missed it.
Recap: Everyone is starving. We slut-shamed Andrea a little bit. Andrea is expected to turn starving people into not starving people through the magic of chef-ery, which is like sorcery, just with whisks instead of wands. Cnut is being a better person and arranging hunting parties and cleaning soirees. He’s hearing voices in his head. Possibly Michael. Possibly he’s losing it. Also he… I’m just gonna say it. He jacked off standing over the bed looking at Andrea as she slept, so that takes a few points off his “growing on me as a person” score, ’cause, dude, weird.
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Part five lives here.
Recap: Cnut and Andrea go to Montana, which is both pretty and has farmers that let their cattle wander across the road. The ISIS ranch has already been overrun by Lucipires, and I’m fairly certain I spell that wrong every time I write it, and Cnut teletransports them back in time a hundred years or so. Then Cnut boner-teletransports them back to the Norselands and a motte and bailey castle that won’t exist for another several hundred years. Then he tells everyone to start cleaning and ships Andrea off to the kitchen. And kisses her. And proclaims her the new mistress of the motte and bailey castle that won’t exist for another several hundred years. And when they kiss it smells like peppermint and coconut.
I hate the smell of coconut.
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Find part four here.
The story so far (part four summarized): Andrea is afraid of flying and babbles when she flies. Cnut kissed her to shut her up/distract her from her fear while the plane was taking off. Jasper, despite early signs, is kind of a jackass. He dressed up like John Wayne, leading to a brief, confusing moment where I thought John Wayne was a Lucipire, to tell his people that they’re going to Montana to infiltrate ISIS. Because if anyone needs to be infiltrated, it’s ISIS.
I cannot spell infiltrated right on the first try.
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