Just finished Superpowers which I liked even better than I had hoped to.
Um, well, we listened to aggressively cheerful music sung by people chosen for their ability to dance. Then we ate cookie dough, and talked about boys.
Giles ,'Get It Done'
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."
beth b - Jul 05, 2008 11:27:45 am PDT #6605 of 28379
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Steph L. - Jul 05, 2008 6:31:28 pm PDT #6606 of 28379
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
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.
beth b - Jul 05, 2008 7:04:40 pm PDT #6607 of 28379
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Nope, I wanted to protect them too, Steph. They feel like real kids to me.
megan walker - Jul 06, 2008 7:12:15 am PDT #6608 of 28379
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist
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.
Ginger - Jul 06, 2008 8:30:11 am PDT #6609 of 28379
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
"Good dogs have their reward."
Sophia Brooks - Jul 06, 2008 8:35:17 am PDT #6610 of 28379
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
Ginger, I had completely forgotten about that, and now I am crying. Oh, Jack! I was really emotionally invested in those books.
megan walker - Jul 06, 2008 8:38:05 am PDT #6611 of 28379
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist
Seriously, Jack looking at the wagon and not being excited, and Laura fluffing his bed because she realizes she's been neglecting him, I was like "Sh*t, Jack's gonna die! Nooooo!"
Kathy A - Jul 06, 2008 6:01:28 pm PDT #6612 of 28379
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
Jack's death--waaah!
Stick with the book, megan, because you next get the thrill of Laura's first train ride and then the fun of meeting Lena.
Steph L. - Jul 06, 2008 6:20:25 pm PDT #6613 of 28379
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Jack's death--waaah!
I did a total double take here, because one of the characters in Superpowers is named Jack.
And for how long are we whitefonting plotty stuff in Superpowers, or really any new release? I disremember.
BECAUSE IF JACK DIES (or any of the Superpowers kids) I DON'T WANT TO KNOW.
Hil R. - Jul 06, 2008 8:04:23 pm PDT #6614 of 28379
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Stick with the book, megan, because you next get the thrill of Laura's first train ride and then the fun of meeting Lena.
And watching them build the railway!
Sometime in high school, I remember reading a poem about an Arab girl named Leila. (At least, I think that's what her name was.) Something about her sitting in a garden, maybe? It was by a well-known poet, and I think from sometime around 1920 or so. Anyone know what poem I'm talking about? Google is giving me no help.