Jayne ,'The Message'
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."
Hee. From Corwood's link:
Buy this book with Swordfishtrombones (33 1/3) by David Smay today!
Though this
Hayden Childs weaves the story of this astonishing record from the perspective of a man who is obsessed with it, a man who is living and reliving his own trip through Hell.
sounds like it's saying it's Corwood reliving his own trip through hell - which I think (and hope) is not actually the case?
I just blogged about my first half of 2008 in reading.
sounds like it's saying it's Corwood reliving his own trip through hell - which I think (and hope) is not actually the case?
It's my fictional protagonist who's suffering. I'm doing pretty well, myself, so don't be concerned!
The job won't save you, you know.
The fuck did I do?
At least you know who you were chasing.
Just finished Superpowers which I liked even better than I had hoped to.
I'm halfway through it, and I just physically cringed when I read the conversation between Caroline and her mom, when her mom said that she had a new job in the World Trade Center. (The last part I read was the section narrated by Marcus, where he notes that there should be supervillains, but there aren't, and also says that yes, of course you (the reader) are aware of the date that the plot is moving towards.
I'm feeling this horrible doom for the characters as time passes, and I just want to *protect* them. Which is a funny reaction, considering that they're superheroes. But then, maybe it's *not* a funny reaction; maybe that's exactly the reaction that Knut intended. Not so much a Who Watches The Watchmen as much as it's a Who Takes Care Of The Superheroes.
t edit And perhaps I just totally stated the obvious; if so, forgive me, because I'm a little off my game this weekend.
Nope, I wanted to protect them too, Steph. They feel like real kids to me.
I've moved on to By the Shores of Silver Lake. I guess I now know why I didn't keep my childhood copy. Two chapters in, and Mary is blind and Jack dies!
It's almost as depressing as The House on Fortune Street. Although I didn't love the multiple POV narrative (or many of the characters for that matters), I quite liked Livesey's writing style and the literary modeling she did (although it didn't quite work in one section). For those looking, I think it would be a good book club book.