so tired I can't sleep
Whenever I finish reading a book I always get this empty feeling inside, as if my brain refuses to believe I could ever read something else. The end of a book is like the end of a life, my imagination is more active than most might think. For the past month or so (since spring break) I have been reading the most horrible book. It has taken me forever, partly because the book is awful and also because I am easily distracted by other things (Buffy, and oh yeah, work). I originally picked it up at Powells for three reasons. 1) it was on sale, and I am never one to pass up cheap books 2) "Set on stormy Cape Breton Island off Nova Scotia, Fall on Your Knees is an internationally acclaimed multigenerational saga that chronicles the lives of four unforgettable sisters." 3) it has Oprah's Book Club stamped boldly across its cover.
There are simply no words to express not only my dissappointment, but my disgust with this book. It deals with rape, seduction, violence, molestation, incest, crime and largely death. And in the background there are always those crazy catholics, screwing everything up when really it would have been fine without the damn moralizing!
And for some reason I am always, ALWAYS the sister that is screwed over for some reason. I usually die, often times from an illness of some sort. I have a hard life and am haunted by my secrets....or my goodness (but really that is only in Little Women). It is books like this that make me determined to write a sisterly story that can effectively portray a life without the disgust of horrible themes or the obnoxiously sweet of the lovely themes. Too bad I am not a very good writer.
There are simply no words to express not only my dissappointment, but my disgust with this book. It deals with rape, seduction, violence, molestation, incest, crime and largely death. And in the background there are always those crazy catholics, screwing everything up when really it would have been fine without the damn moralizing!
And for some reason I am always, ALWAYS the sister that is screwed over for some reason. I usually die, often times from an illness of some sort. I have a hard life and am haunted by my secrets....or my goodness (but really that is only in Little Women). It is books like this that make me determined to write a sisterly story that can effectively portray a life without the disgust of horrible themes or the obnoxiously sweet of the lovely themes. Too bad I am not a very good writer.