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Happy Buffy's Birthday, everyone!
It's a little freakish how much I've been enjoying winter so far. I even shoveled. On purpose.
I finished Stephen King's Desperation a few days ago and now every Canesten commercial I see fills me with revulsion. It was truly his most viscerally grotesque book, and I say that having read most, but not all of his books - it can only be tied in grossness, never surpassed. And I have read some disgusting shit!
I found it reasonably compelling, and the kid at its centre was endlessly fascinating as a character. The end felt rushed, though, and almost forcibly expels the reader from the inner journey of one of its main characters, whose thoughts and POV have been prevalent all along. That was odd.
It was no 11.22.63 or Under The Dome, both of which I read in the past couple of months.
Despite my lukewarm review, Desperation's companion book, The Regulators, is in my virtual to-read pile for sometime later this year. I've never read a Bachman book before, so that should be interesting.
Right now I'm nearly done with Charles Portis's True Grit, which is a fantastic read, although a bit redundant if you've seen the Cohen brothers movie. They stayed so close to the book it's almost uncomfortable. I've seen the movie 4 times and I can almost anticipate the end of the sentence I'm reading when I turn the page.
I expect I'll be adding that one to the list tomorrow. But for now:
2012 Books:
#2: 2012-01-06 to 2012-01-16 - Desperation, Stephen King
It's a little freakish how much I've been enjoying winter so far. I even shoveled. On purpose.
I finished Stephen King's Desperation a few days ago and now every Canesten commercial I see fills me with revulsion. It was truly his most viscerally grotesque book, and I say that having read most, but not all of his books - it can only be tied in grossness, never surpassed. And I have read some disgusting shit!
I found it reasonably compelling, and the kid at its centre was endlessly fascinating as a character. The end felt rushed, though, and almost forcibly expels the reader from the inner journey of one of its main characters, whose thoughts and POV have been prevalent all along. That was odd.
It was no 11.22.63 or Under The Dome, both of which I read in the past couple of months.
Despite my lukewarm review, Desperation's companion book, The Regulators, is in my virtual to-read pile for sometime later this year. I've never read a Bachman book before, so that should be interesting.
Right now I'm nearly done with Charles Portis's True Grit, which is a fantastic read, although a bit redundant if you've seen the Cohen brothers movie. They stayed so close to the book it's almost uncomfortable. I've seen the movie 4 times and I can almost anticipate the end of the sentence I'm reading when I turn the page.
I expect I'll be adding that one to the list tomorrow. But for now:
2012 Books:
#2: 2012-01-06 to 2012-01-16 - Desperation, Stephen King
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That's weird about the reviews of The Art of Fielding, because I've heard nothing but great stuff about it. It's on my dad's list of books to buy, so it ought to be passing through our doors sometime in the next two months, at which time I will certainly lay claim to it before he adds it to his endless to-read queue.
I finished True Grit yesterday (Little Blackie! Noooooo!) so now I'm waiting on my Amazon order for Out of Oz, which should be here Monday. I'm bracing myself to be traumatized by Tiger rape once again.
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