The rare joy of reading
Like most young adults of this generation, I hate reading. Admit it. You'd rather hear someone rant about the cancer of society on television or bootlegged documentaries instead of actually reading essays or articles. I've hated reading since I was asked to read words whose letters didn't reflect their basic phonemic counterpart. Maybe I was programmed to read hanggul or something. I'm not a fan of silent e's.
But there's this prolific writer called Anne Rice. Yes, she may be overrated, but I can readily testify to how good an author she is. Or.. her writing simply fits my taste.
All I really want to say is I'm reading one of her books again in the same addicted trance that every vampire chronicle book has lured me into. I hated her stand-alone "Violin", only because I hated how the main character was trying to be too romantic for her own good.
I'm reading "Blood and Gold."
There. Only the classics and Vampire Chronicles books can make me like reading.
But there's this prolific writer called Anne Rice. Yes, she may be overrated, but I can readily testify to how good an author she is. Or.. her writing simply fits my taste.
All I really want to say is I'm reading one of her books again in the same addicted trance that every vampire chronicle book has lured me into. I hated her stand-alone "Violin", only because I hated how the main character was trying to be too romantic for her own good.
I'm reading "Blood and Gold."
There. Only the classics and Vampire Chronicles books can make me like reading.