Lunch
I'm hungry, but I don't want to go out to get something to eat. I guess that's a good thing, but I'm only going to be starving later, and then I will just eat the first thing I can get my hands on, which will probably be Girl Scout cookies. If only they were frozen. Thin Mints are always better frozen.
I just finished reading a book called Always the Bridesmaid by Whitney Lyles. It's one of those cheesy chick novels that are becoming so popular lately. Some of them are good, like Jennifer Weiner's Good in Bed. I really connected with that character, and though I doubt it would ever be confused for great literature, it was good read. This one, though: I could take it or leave it. I could have written it. The author is 26 years old and has been in five weddings or something, none of which were her own. Actually, I think I could have written it better, but I think the market is over-saturated with books like that: stories about 20-something girls with relationship problems. They always have a happy ending though. The girl always ends up with the cute and funny best-friend boy she never thought of like that before. Perhaps shellefly would consider that this genre is really a fairy tale dressed in modern clothes. It follows that classic structure. The characters have those same archetypes. But for the most part, I think they are missing something... maybe some drama or angst or conflict. It all just seemed so superficial, and I knew exactly what would happen on every page. No twists or turns or dark corners to explore.
I used to confuse angst with teenage immaturity. It was never something I had experienced much of, and I always assumed people would grow out of it. But now I am beginning to see that it is not the angst itself that is childish; it's how you deal with it. Wallowing in self-pity is never something I've been very good at, and I have very little patience for people who do. If you ask me now, a good story needs the angst. But I just can't stand a main character who's pathetic. Heroes are go-getters. They triumph against all odds. Tragedy only makes them stronger, but if the tragedy weren't there in the first place, there would be no background upon which they could shine. Just no teenage angst, please... that's just whiny :)
I just finished reading a book called Always the Bridesmaid by Whitney Lyles. It's one of those cheesy chick novels that are becoming so popular lately. Some of them are good, like Jennifer Weiner's Good in Bed. I really connected with that character, and though I doubt it would ever be confused for great literature, it was good read. This one, though: I could take it or leave it. I could have written it. The author is 26 years old and has been in five weddings or something, none of which were her own. Actually, I think I could have written it better, but I think the market is over-saturated with books like that: stories about 20-something girls with relationship problems. They always have a happy ending though. The girl always ends up with the cute and funny best-friend boy she never thought of like that before. Perhaps shellefly would consider that this genre is really a fairy tale dressed in modern clothes. It follows that classic structure. The characters have those same archetypes. But for the most part, I think they are missing something... maybe some drama or angst or conflict. It all just seemed so superficial, and I knew exactly what would happen on every page. No twists or turns or dark corners to explore.
I used to confuse angst with teenage immaturity. It was never something I had experienced much of, and I always assumed people would grow out of it. But now I am beginning to see that it is not the angst itself that is childish; it's how you deal with it. Wallowing in self-pity is never something I've been very good at, and I have very little patience for people who do. If you ask me now, a good story needs the angst. But I just can't stand a main character who's pathetic. Heroes are go-getters. They triumph against all odds. Tragedy only makes them stronger, but if the tragedy weren't there in the first place, there would be no background upon which they could shine. Just no teenage angst, please... that's just whiny :)