Finally
Thanks Fucking God.
50 Book Challenge Update
#15: "The Witching Hour" by Anne Rice.
Holy Jesus. This book is 1038 pages long and I could have read 13 books in the MONTH AND A HALF it took me to finish this thing. I don't know how to explain it...Rice writes, and it's like, you get sucked in, but time in the book moves at a snail's pace and time in the real world moves faster, so you have to put the book down because it's been 15 hours and you've only read 8 pages and you have to go to work. Or something like that. The book chronicles thirteen generations of this family of witches and this spirit that lives with them and serves them but turns them mad when they try to fight him (when really they just make really stupid choices and they could have avoided most of their drama by being practical and unmelodramatic). It goes into long, excruciating detail about every detail of everything in the universe (literally) and anyone who bashes Christopher Rice for being long and rambling and in need of an editor should check out his mother's writing...I didn't know it was hereditary. I'm just glad I'm done. It was good...it could have been better...I'm disappointed in how she ends all her books with these noncommittal endings so she can write sequels, but I did enjoy a good portion of the book, so yeah...I'll say I liked it. But I'm glad it's over. FINALLY.
Also saw "Iron Man" today because my friend Cindy bought my ticket. It was really good, I mean I'm seriously impressed. It was so good I've forgiven Stan Lee for "Spiderman 3." That means something.
50 Book Challenge Update
#15: "The Witching Hour" by Anne Rice.
Holy Jesus. This book is 1038 pages long and I could have read 13 books in the MONTH AND A HALF it took me to finish this thing. I don't know how to explain it...Rice writes, and it's like, you get sucked in, but time in the book moves at a snail's pace and time in the real world moves faster, so you have to put the book down because it's been 15 hours and you've only read 8 pages and you have to go to work. Or something like that. The book chronicles thirteen generations of this family of witches and this spirit that lives with them and serves them but turns them mad when they try to fight him (when really they just make really stupid choices and they could have avoided most of their drama by being practical and unmelodramatic). It goes into long, excruciating detail about every detail of everything in the universe (literally) and anyone who bashes Christopher Rice for being long and rambling and in need of an editor should check out his mother's writing...I didn't know it was hereditary. I'm just glad I'm done. It was good...it could have been better...I'm disappointed in how she ends all her books with these noncommittal endings so she can write sequels, but I did enjoy a good portion of the book, so yeah...I'll say I liked it. But I'm glad it's over. FINALLY.
Also saw "Iron Man" today because my friend Cindy bought my ticket. It was really good, I mean I'm seriously impressed. It was so good I've forgiven Stan Lee for "Spiderman 3." That means something.