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So, I've been reading a bunch of books, but failing to finish them.
I don't know what's wrong with me, I've never had this problem before.
But anyway, currently I am somewhere in the middle of:
Everything is Illuminated bv Jonathan Safran Foer
I'm not sure why I can't finish it, other than the fact that it is a rather taxing read. I mean, it's wonderful, and objectively I can appreciate why people go into spasms of delight over it and want to write their EE's on it and fall in love with Brod's many sadnesses... but I can't read very much of it at a time. And it's the kind of book where you only need to read about half of it to get the general gist. A journey not destination kind of novel, though of course I may be missing some wonderful epiphany at the ending.
A Storm of Swords by George R.R. Martin.
It's the second book in the series, and I quite enjoyed the first one, more than I usually actively enjoy fantasy. But when you're reading an epic story and every chapter changes point of view, pretty soon you get really pissed because there are too many characters and a chapter with your favorite character isn't coming for another 100 pages. And ugh. I can't really bring myself to finish it right now.
Wicked by Gregory Maguire
Ok, I really have no idea why I can't finish this. It is a brilliant book. Wonderful. Beautiful. Talented, epic, interesting and wacky. cheecheechee lent it to me, so thank you Tess dearest. I think it's just a little overwhelming. I'll get back to it in a few days or something.
Unfortunately, it's the kind of book that is so brilliantly written that it totally puts you off writing anything, because no matter how hard you try you will never, ever be anything close to that good.
I did read Endless Nights by Neil Gaiman, though, which is a totally awesome part of the whole Sandman series. It's a series of stories about each of the Endless (Death, Desire, Dream, Destruction, Delirium, Destiny, Despair) done by a series of artists. And wow. The one about Desire is awesome in a rather evil way (I love Desire. He/she is the cooles), the one about Dream made me want to kill that h00r, and Death, of course, was as sexy as ever.
Also, after I talked to Crystal about my reading issues, I decided to fuck it and reread Good Omens. Which, mind you, I had no problems finishing, because it is possibly the best book ever. Seriously.
Also, having read it already, it was easier to make sense of what was going on, and also notice the alarming frequency with which people thought Aziraphale was gay.
Seriously. He's giving me a reason to finally use the phrase "non-practicing homosexual,"* because if it is possible to be flamingly gay and asexual at the same time, Aziraphale is doing just that.
And of course, I squeed excessively about his banter with Crowley and their lunches! At the Ritz! And the DUCKS!
*squees some more*
Ok, good note to end this entry on.
Go read Good Omens if you haven't already. If you have, reread it. :)
*The phrase, by the way, is courtesy of John Irving in A Prayer for Owen Meany, which is a sometimes cool and sometimes really annoying book.
I don't know what's wrong with me, I've never had this problem before.
But anyway, currently I am somewhere in the middle of:
Everything is Illuminated bv Jonathan Safran Foer
I'm not sure why I can't finish it, other than the fact that it is a rather taxing read. I mean, it's wonderful, and objectively I can appreciate why people go into spasms of delight over it and want to write their EE's on it and fall in love with Brod's many sadnesses... but I can't read very much of it at a time. And it's the kind of book where you only need to read about half of it to get the general gist. A journey not destination kind of novel, though of course I may be missing some wonderful epiphany at the ending.
A Storm of Swords by George R.R. Martin.
It's the second book in the series, and I quite enjoyed the first one, more than I usually actively enjoy fantasy. But when you're reading an epic story and every chapter changes point of view, pretty soon you get really pissed because there are too many characters and a chapter with your favorite character isn't coming for another 100 pages. And ugh. I can't really bring myself to finish it right now.
Wicked by Gregory Maguire
Ok, I really have no idea why I can't finish this. It is a brilliant book. Wonderful. Beautiful. Talented, epic, interesting and wacky. cheecheechee lent it to me, so thank you Tess dearest. I think it's just a little overwhelming. I'll get back to it in a few days or something.
Unfortunately, it's the kind of book that is so brilliantly written that it totally puts you off writing anything, because no matter how hard you try you will never, ever be anything close to that good.
I did read Endless Nights by Neil Gaiman, though, which is a totally awesome part of the whole Sandman series. It's a series of stories about each of the Endless (Death, Desire, Dream, Destruction, Delirium, Destiny, Despair) done by a series of artists. And wow. The one about Desire is awesome in a rather evil way (I love Desire. He/she is the cooles), the one about Dream made me want to kill that h00r, and Death, of course, was as sexy as ever.
Also, after I talked to Crystal about my reading issues, I decided to fuck it and reread Good Omens. Which, mind you, I had no problems finishing, because it is possibly the best book ever. Seriously.
Also, having read it already, it was easier to make sense of what was going on, and also notice the alarming frequency with which people thought Aziraphale was gay.
Seriously. He's giving me a reason to finally use the phrase "non-practicing homosexual,"* because if it is possible to be flamingly gay and asexual at the same time, Aziraphale is doing just that.
And of course, I squeed excessively about his banter with Crowley and their lunches! At the Ritz! And the DUCKS!
*squees some more*
Ok, good note to end this entry on.
Go read Good Omens if you haven't already. If you have, reread it. :)
*The phrase, by the way, is courtesy of John Irving in A Prayer for Owen Meany, which is a sometimes cool and sometimes really annoying book.