D'oh!
Add speed-reading to indiscriminantly reckless diet/sleep habits and my once-perfect vision on the list of my abilities that have apparently begun to atrophy with age. I'm about halfway through TTW. I watched the movie, which merely confirmed many things I'd already deduced from the book (both what I've read and the stuff I've cheated and flipped ahead to glance at) and Rachel McAdams' spoileriffic interview with Jon Stewart when promoting the movie on The Daily Show.
I generally like the book, as I've said, and while I appreciate an author who can so clearly envision the details of her story, there are times I think Niffenegger gets a little too carried away in conveying said details. She's not to the extent of Tolkien, spending a page describing a green hillside, but I tend to prefer the more Stephen King/JK Rowling level of detail: enough to paint a vivid picture, but still leaves you a bit of wiggle room for your imagination and doesn't threaten to slow down the narrative.
I guess I'll still go to the meeting, if for no other reason than to get out of the house for a few hours, which of course was the whole point of this all along. And yet another part of me is saying "pfft, what's the point" because any time I've tried this meetup/group thing in the past it just doesn't pan out for whatever reason. Even my little sister hasn't responded to any of my recent calls/Facebook messages. It's a bizarre contradiction. I want the option of being able to go out with friends if I can, but on the other hand I tend to find interacting with people straining/exhausting and just find it easier to be alone. The idea of curling up with my laptop piddling in Photoshop appeals to me more than going out and socializing with a random group of people.
And I STILL can't find my passport.
I generally like the book, as I've said, and while I appreciate an author who can so clearly envision the details of her story, there are times I think Niffenegger gets a little too carried away in conveying said details. She's not to the extent of Tolkien, spending a page describing a green hillside, but I tend to prefer the more Stephen King/JK Rowling level of detail: enough to paint a vivid picture, but still leaves you a bit of wiggle room for your imagination and doesn't threaten to slow down the narrative.
I guess I'll still go to the meeting, if for no other reason than to get out of the house for a few hours, which of course was the whole point of this all along. And yet another part of me is saying "pfft, what's the point" because any time I've tried this meetup/group thing in the past it just doesn't pan out for whatever reason. Even my little sister hasn't responded to any of my recent calls/Facebook messages. It's a bizarre contradiction. I want the option of being able to go out with friends if I can, but on the other hand I tend to find interacting with people straining/exhausting and just find it easier to be alone. The idea of curling up with my laptop piddling in Photoshop appeals to me more than going out and socializing with a random group of people.
And I STILL can't find my passport.