I don't know if you'd like him or not, Jilli. I've been reading him since I was in high school and love him, but he's not for everyone.
Literary Buffistas 3: Don't Parse the Blurb, Dear.
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
I've read earlier books, but they were so over the top for me. There are a bunch I still have waiting for me to read. And DH loves the water method man. I can't really even remember if I finished it
but then again I didn't love Tom Robbins until Skinny legs and all
Yes-the way it turned out that there wasn't a single digression in the book really got me. I can get impatient when an author spends a lot of time on atmosphere. Unless they're really speaking my language, I'm all "I get that. Gimme plot."
I just finished a reread of A Fire Upon The Deep. The 'net postings were a bit that for me. I've read newsgroups. I understand the dynamics. But it's a brilliant book. Either the Tines or the concept of the Deep and the Beyond would have been enough for one book. Together they are great. Next up is A Deepness In The Sky.
I love the way it all came together so neatly in the end.
Yes! Perfectly wrapped up. I like that about many of Irving's books (I turn down all the pages that seem like they might be important - which ends up being most of the pages) - but Owen Meaney was just perfection in that regard.
And it made me cry at the end. A feat that few books have achieved. The Amber Spyglass is one other.
And you'll remember that Jenny Garp had nonconsensual sex with Garp's father
Most of the time that's called rape.
The Amber Spyglass is one other.
Bet I know the part because I totally lost it in that book, too.
The Amber Spyglass is one other.
Bet I know the part because I totally lost it in that book, too.
That made me cry, too, despite myself!
As did The Sweet Far Thing (damn you, Libba Bray!) and Deathly Hallows (when Harry is going to his death and his parents, et al., show up and accompany him).
Bet I know the part because I totally lost it in that book, too.
Wait, which part are we talking about?
Wait, which part are we talking about?
About the last fifteen pages. My copy got decidedly damp.
I just reread The Railway Children last night, and this morning looked up E. Nesbit. Turns out she was a socialist who got married at 7 months pregnant (in 1880) and lived in an open marriage, raising her husband's two other children as her own. Whoa.