I finished
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire,
and, damn, that book takes like two hours to tie up all the loose ends, eh? Still, I dig that the Triwizard Tournament gives it a nice structure, and, while it may not have made much impact the first time I read it, I felt really bad about Cedric. He's such a decent person. Too bad "Kill the spare" is such a deliciously evil line I mouthed it along with Jim Dale. And on a second read, I am still anti-SPEW. You could remove SPEW from the book very easily. It's not plot-relevant at all, and it just makes Hermione annoying.
I'm 150 pages into
Pretties,
and, Jesus Christ, every third word is "bubbly," holy shit. But I like Tally now, and we've moved on to the
inevitable revolution storyline that dystopian narratives lend themselves to
(unless you're Orwell or Huxley). Also, I sort of envisioned the Specials as Agent Smiths, so it was kind of amusing when
Dr. Cable basically said, "Human beings are a disease, and we are the cure."
And on a second read, I am still anti-SPEW. You could remove SPEW from the book very easily. It's not plot-relevant at all, and it just makes Hermione annoying.
I thought it seemed really in-character for her, especially for age 14.
Jesus Christ, every third word is "bubbly," holy shit.
I know, right? But you kind of get used to it. It's weird. Also,
Pretties
is totally my favorite. I loves me some Zane.
Neil Gaiman tweeted this piece about the bestseller list by Michael Dirda.
Books that make me sob? Apparently
The Dog That Wouldn't Be.
This is a favorite book of my DH, my sister, and her two kids. So when I saw it on the bookshelf in my room at my sister's, I pulled it down for bedtime reading.
But first, because it's a dog book, and I had a suspicion, I flipped to the last page (I NEVER do this), read just that page, sobbed like a baby, and spent the rest of the week eyeing the book like it was a rattlesnake curled up on the nightstand.
What is it with dog books?
Lately, kids books have been making me cry. Not YA, but children's books. The latest being
Knuffle Bunny 3
for which I was not spoiled and read it to Em as my first time reading it. Poor girl. Also,
Love That Dog
by Sharon Creech - again with the dogs.
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
gets me every time and I read that at least twice a year. Specifically, the story when Vivi looses her basket on Sidda, Baylor, Little Shep, and Lulu.
for which I was not spoiled and read it to Em as my first time reading it.
I'm going to have to call this a Poor Life Choice.
There was this book about a orange tabby tripod cat? And about a hedgehog. Hedgie? And then a book I swear was an LM Montgomery novel (Wives of the Club in the title maybe?) but I can't source it.
Ahrg. But that was years ago. I actually don't turn to books for a crying catharsis anymore. When I need to break, I just think about my parents aging. Ahhhhrg.
I'm going to have to call this a Poor Life Choice.
Indeed. Sobbbing mommies at bedtime are never a good thing.
