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Nov. 18th, 2002 11:59 amBlog grumblies
Cus, you know, a lot of the blogs out there are not working which sortta defeats the whole purpose of skimming blogs and getting the latest on the lives of people I will never meet. Well, yes. I usually start the cruise from Jenn and Te's blogs, but once in a while 1 out of 3 doesn't work. Grrrr.
Of books and stuff
I miss reading and falling in love with novels. I still read them but most of the time I have the attention span of a 5 year old. I'm reading something and that other book, over there on the shelf, keeps winking at me. It’s not really my fault. Like all modern life ills I blame television. This is what you get after honing your channel surfing skills to a sharp and deadly edge.
Anyways, man... deep thoughts here. Careful.
Books. Ok, right.
Books I loved, treasured and re-read until they fell apart, from around 16 to 22. No love like young love. I've read better books since then, but nothing has been as thrilling as reading any one of these novels.
Shogun because, you know, samurai! swords! geisha! dirty Europeans! I'm guilty of reading this only after watching the mini-series with the minis-King, Mr. Richard Chamberlain. In my defense, this aired when I was 12, so my little crush on Richard was misguided but mostly harmless. Also, as I understand it, once upon a time he kissed the shrink I was going to when I was 19. No, really! Dr. Bustamante (now deceased-AIDS*sniff*) meet him at a party when he lived in England - - - or, wait, maybe that was Michael York?
Dune just twisted my brain and my shaky ties to the Catholic Church. Also probably didn't do much in the way of warm fuzzies towards sex, politics or ecology. Oh, and the Bene Gesserit and the Honored Matres? Love them. Intelligent, farseeing and quick-deadly. Also *cough* got interested around the time Lynch was finishing his movie *cough*. Me = hopeless. Dune however lead me to read the next 5 in the series. As close as I have come to getting heavily into sci-fi. Still have the books. Finallly, recommended reading for teenage girls everywhere.
The Dead Zone Cus it made me cry like a little wimpy girl. So sad, poor Johnny Smith. Also, movie, same deal. (Give me the visuals and I'll follow you everywhere, which partly explains my fanfic fixation.). The Dead Zone turned me into a Stephen King freak from high-school all the way through college. Always dependable, I still love him dearly, even while I can't read his stuff anymore. I was glad to hear that he's quitting, although hopefully only from publishing and not writing. I worry about what would happen to him if he quit writing. He needs it.
Watership Down Lovely, lovely story. Telling people about it doesn't work, you have to hand them the book and extract promises of at least giving it a try. Forget it’s about bunnies ok? This is one of the best reads ever, and now, 20 years after I first read, it holds. I'll never forget Hazel, Fiver, Bigwig or the great villain, the fascist General Woundwort. Excellent.
The Vampire Lestat One of the last gut punchers for me. Romantic in the extreme and GAYGAYGAY! Wooohooo! I was just seriously getting into gay pop-culture and this provided a nice transition. Anne Rice may come across as a big headed pain in the ass now, but picking this up cold was a great discovery for me. I wanted to be Lestat so badly that later hearing Rice in interviews on how Lestat was basically her MarySue was easy to understand. Oops, almost forgot, veeery important, the Oedipal relationship with Grabrielle, of who I'm sure much has been written by fangirls somewhere online. Classic story element that just works.
Cus, you know, a lot of the blogs out there are not working which sortta defeats the whole purpose of skimming blogs and getting the latest on the lives of people I will never meet. Well, yes. I usually start the cruise from Jenn and Te's blogs, but once in a while 1 out of 3 doesn't work. Grrrr.
Of books and stuff
I miss reading and falling in love with novels. I still read them but most of the time I have the attention span of a 5 year old. I'm reading something and that other book, over there on the shelf, keeps winking at me. It’s not really my fault. Like all modern life ills I blame television. This is what you get after honing your channel surfing skills to a sharp and deadly edge.
Anyways, man... deep thoughts here. Careful.
Books. Ok, right.
Books I loved, treasured and re-read until they fell apart, from around 16 to 22. No love like young love. I've read better books since then, but nothing has been as thrilling as reading any one of these novels.
Shogun because, you know, samurai! swords! geisha! dirty Europeans! I'm guilty of reading this only after watching the mini-series with the minis-King, Mr. Richard Chamberlain. In my defense, this aired when I was 12, so my little crush on Richard was misguided but mostly harmless. Also, as I understand it, once upon a time he kissed the shrink I was going to when I was 19. No, really! Dr. Bustamante (now deceased-AIDS*sniff*) meet him at a party when he lived in England - - - or, wait, maybe that was Michael York?
Dune just twisted my brain and my shaky ties to the Catholic Church. Also probably didn't do much in the way of warm fuzzies towards sex, politics or ecology. Oh, and the Bene Gesserit and the Honored Matres? Love them. Intelligent, farseeing and quick-deadly. Also *cough* got interested around the time Lynch was finishing his movie *cough*. Me = hopeless. Dune however lead me to read the next 5 in the series. As close as I have come to getting heavily into sci-fi. Still have the books. Finallly, recommended reading for teenage girls everywhere.
The Dead Zone Cus it made me cry like a little wimpy girl. So sad, poor Johnny Smith. Also, movie, same deal. (Give me the visuals and I'll follow you everywhere, which partly explains my fanfic fixation.). The Dead Zone turned me into a Stephen King freak from high-school all the way through college. Always dependable, I still love him dearly, even while I can't read his stuff anymore. I was glad to hear that he's quitting, although hopefully only from publishing and not writing. I worry about what would happen to him if he quit writing. He needs it.
Watership Down Lovely, lovely story. Telling people about it doesn't work, you have to hand them the book and extract promises of at least giving it a try. Forget it’s about bunnies ok? This is one of the best reads ever, and now, 20 years after I first read, it holds. I'll never forget Hazel, Fiver, Bigwig or the great villain, the fascist General Woundwort. Excellent.
The Vampire Lestat One of the last gut punchers for me. Romantic in the extreme and GAYGAYGAY! Wooohooo! I was just seriously getting into gay pop-culture and this provided a nice transition. Anne Rice may come across as a big headed pain in the ass now, but picking this up cold was a great discovery for me. I wanted to be Lestat so badly that later hearing Rice in interviews on how Lestat was basically her MarySue was easy to understand. Oops, almost forgot, veeery important, the Oedipal relationship with Grabrielle, of who I'm sure much has been written by fangirls somewhere online. Classic story element that just works.