Pass the chicken soup, please?
Great. I have the flu--or something like. My father came home from work with bronchitis, which he proceeded to share with the rest of us.
I'm the last one to get 'sick', though that's not really true. I caught it the day after he did, but I don't show it like the others do. I get one symptom at a time, and slowly suffer through two or three weeks of just 'blah' instead of having the real down-on-the-couch-with-tissues-and-OJ kind of sick.
Right now I'm dealing with sinus congestion and itching, burning eyes. Oh, and the constant fatigue that plagues me throughout these little trips down Bacteria Lane and Virus Ave. Last week I had coughing and chest congestion/aching. Probably next I'll get fever, chills, and muscle aches. I hate micro-organisms.
So, I had a book to read, while sick. Twilight.
That's right, you didn't misread. I actually sat down and read Twilight. In some ways I regret it. In other ways I'm intrigued. Ew. Did I just say that?
Okay, explaination time.
It made my brain hurt. Ms. Myers descriptions came out of a thesaurus. It hurt my eyes and my mind trying to tumble all the big words together to make a coherant thought. She could have done with a little advice that most of my writer friends give me. K.I.S.S.
Keep It Simple, Stupid. Or as one of my more salty adult friends says (Keep It Simple, S***head.) *grin*
On the other hand, the story concept was a decent one. The Vampire stuff could have done with a bit of research . . . I'm deeply offended by the idea of vampires that 'twinkle', 'sparkle', 'shine', or 'gleam'. Vampires are a traditional horror trope. Horror writers of the past rolled over in their graves at this one. Cuddly, cute, gentle vampires who want to marry their food. (Didn't Edward's human mom, or his vampire mom for that matter, ever tell him he shouldn't *play* with his food?)
On the other hand, if you'll skip back in my archives, you'll see an entry disecting the make up of a monster. So, you know, she didn't get it completly wrong. I could see a vampire who retained part of his human self after death moralizing and having issues with being a killer.
My main issue with Twilight, therfore is the lack of vampire research, the mind hurting use of huge words that aren't always used quite the way they're *meant* to be used, and one other thing. The extremely obvious dream-like quality to the whole thing. I kept expecting the book to end on: "And then I woke up and realized that my rock-hard, greek-god beautiful, vampire boyfriend was just a dream." I Wiki'ed the thing, so I knew it didn't but it didn't stop me from waiting every second for Edward to be a figment of Bella's imagination.
As intriguing as I found the story, even with all it's flaws, I really don't see myself reading the other three in the saga. It's just not my thing. Thanks anyway, Ms. Myer. It's nothing personal, just your writing style doesn't appeal.
P.S. I happen to prefer something with body heat and a pulse. Werewolf for me thanks. *snicker*
Ah, and now we come to the part where I bid you adiu--or however you spell that fancy word for goodbye. I have to prepare a nice lasagua (sp?) for my little sister's birthday dinner.
And take a nap. I'll be really tired after all that activity.
Riven out.
I'm the last one to get 'sick', though that's not really true. I caught it the day after he did, but I don't show it like the others do. I get one symptom at a time, and slowly suffer through two or three weeks of just 'blah' instead of having the real down-on-the-couch-with-tissues-and-OJ kind of sick.
Right now I'm dealing with sinus congestion and itching, burning eyes. Oh, and the constant fatigue that plagues me throughout these little trips down Bacteria Lane and Virus Ave. Last week I had coughing and chest congestion/aching. Probably next I'll get fever, chills, and muscle aches. I hate micro-organisms.
So, I had a book to read, while sick. Twilight.
That's right, you didn't misread. I actually sat down and read Twilight. In some ways I regret it. In other ways I'm intrigued. Ew. Did I just say that?
Okay, explaination time.
It made my brain hurt. Ms. Myers descriptions came out of a thesaurus. It hurt my eyes and my mind trying to tumble all the big words together to make a coherant thought. She could have done with a little advice that most of my writer friends give me. K.I.S.S.
Keep It Simple, Stupid. Or as one of my more salty adult friends says (Keep It Simple, S***head.) *grin*
On the other hand, the story concept was a decent one. The Vampire stuff could have done with a bit of research . . . I'm deeply offended by the idea of vampires that 'twinkle', 'sparkle', 'shine', or 'gleam'. Vampires are a traditional horror trope. Horror writers of the past rolled over in their graves at this one. Cuddly, cute, gentle vampires who want to marry their food. (Didn't Edward's human mom, or his vampire mom for that matter, ever tell him he shouldn't *play* with his food?)
On the other hand, if you'll skip back in my archives, you'll see an entry disecting the make up of a monster. So, you know, she didn't get it completly wrong. I could see a vampire who retained part of his human self after death moralizing and having issues with being a killer.
My main issue with Twilight, therfore is the lack of vampire research, the mind hurting use of huge words that aren't always used quite the way they're *meant* to be used, and one other thing. The extremely obvious dream-like quality to the whole thing. I kept expecting the book to end on: "And then I woke up and realized that my rock-hard, greek-god beautiful, vampire boyfriend was just a dream." I Wiki'ed the thing, so I knew it didn't but it didn't stop me from waiting every second for Edward to be a figment of Bella's imagination.
As intriguing as I found the story, even with all it's flaws, I really don't see myself reading the other three in the saga. It's just not my thing. Thanks anyway, Ms. Myer. It's nothing personal, just your writing style doesn't appeal.
P.S. I happen to prefer something with body heat and a pulse. Werewolf for me thanks. *snicker*
Ah, and now we come to the part where I bid you adiu--or however you spell that fancy word for goodbye. I have to prepare a nice lasagua (sp?) for my little sister's birthday dinner.
And take a nap. I'll be really tired after all that activity.
Riven out.