Darn UPS. They left me a notice rather than a book.
Willow ,'Showtime'
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."
Darn UPS. They left me a notice rather than a book.
And yet they double park their trucks everywhere impeding my commute.
Bastards of Brown!
The notice left you really depressed. You didn't hate it though.
Oooh! Mockingjay is in at the library! WIN!
Yesterday UPS didn't even make a second attempt and I had my signed notice on my door and everything. Fingers crossed that they bother to attempt to deliver today.
John Hodgeman tweets that he is reading A Game of Thrones and somebody tells GRRM who posts it on his lj leading to this fun comment from a fan:
"Hi, I'm a Lannister."
"And I'm a Stark."
"I'm bloodthirsty and ruthless."
"And I'm noble and- AAAAIIIIGGH!"
Which I've spoiler fonted for ah, fairly non-specific spoilage.
OMG Hunger Games. I stayed up half the night earlier this week finishing it, and now I'm halfway through the second. So amazing!
And, another one bites the dust...
I want to figure out how Collins makes so compulsively readable a book that has so. many. problems. Seriously: the world-building makes no sense, it's depressingly gender-essentialist and heteronormative, and the logistics are right out of fairy tales.
And yet I can't stop reading them because she's got the thriller pacing down so well!
If I could just nibble off that part of Collins brain, she could keep the rest. Want.
First of all, I just got a library notice that Blameless is in for me to pick up. I didn't think it was even being released until Sept. 1. But I might drive up there and pick it up (I have the books sent to the library by my office, not home), since...
I stayed up until 3 a.m. finishing Mockingjay. I read it too fast, I know, but I wanted to know what happens. I'm a little okay with it, and a little angry. (Because, seriously? Prim?!? SERIOUSLY?!? God DAMN. That's Minear-esque. It just is.)
I'll say this: Suzanne Collins' method of telling rather than showing is at least more deft than Dan Brown's.