Woo... yay...

So, yeah... it's my birthday and I got pancakes in bed from the kiddoes and a Toyota sewing machine with Italian instructions, new instructions for which are allegedly in the post and I also got FOUR, yes FOUR Torchwood books. Almost Perfect, Pack Animals, Into the Silence and The House That Jack Built. I just finished Almost Perfect and it was really quite funny and it's pissed me off.

Why could they give us a (fucking female!) Ianto with a fucking personality and a flat and a fucking life in the books, but not on screen? Is this where I was supposed to be getting my jollies all this time? Fuck you, dudes. Not good enough. (Though I now understand where that "I am Ianto Jones and this is how I roll" thing comes from.) But seriously, this was MY Ianto, guys. He was fucking Jack but not interested in talking to him in any way or being in any way serious about him, he didn't think it was omgtruelove, and he took the first opportunity his female body allowed him to snog some other guy. Go, Ianto. My favourite bit was where Gwen actualy doubted that Jack and Ianto ever had sex, but surmised they just spent most of their time posing naked with their hands on their hips, pouting at each other. I could totally believe that. I'm worried that the more books I read, the more angry I'll get at how their relationship suddenly did a 180 in CoE and turned into some angsty gay soap opera about how much Ianto needed Jack to WUV him. I don't get it.

Man, it's been a month and I've still not moved on at all.