Scathing scatherings

So in my quest to avoid the TV, and read more, I recently started my 5th book of the year. It is written by a fairly well known author, and I had high expectations, as I've read perhaps 5 of her novels in the years past.

This book sucked. (You would think that I would have something more clever to say, seeing as I'm so well read, eh? nope!) I couldn't get past the third page. It was full of witty dialogue, and even in the first 3 pages the author, through her characters, expressed some social and political views.

I say save it. This is a murder mystery, involving police, FBI, and Other Important Bureaucracies. Express your views elsewhere, just entertain me. The witty, chatty dialogue teeming with professional slang, the author gives the impression that she desperately needs to establish to the reader that the characters have a history. Again, save it. Most people that read also have developed the skill of reading between the lines. We can understand that your characters have known each other for years without the author blatantly shoving it in my face. It makes me feel that the author thinks I'm a moron.

I can't recall a time, aside from University textbooks, that I have not finished a book. (okay, Lord of the Rings part 3 is still waiting to be finished... but that's different... I'm not waiting with baited breath to uncover the ending when I've of course seen the movie...) I've had it with stupid books. From now on, I will not waste my time with a novel when I feel that the author is talking down to their readers. Ugh!

So I've moved on the reading the second to last book in the Harry Potter series - The Order of The Phoenix. As I mentioned before, I inhaled it, and it's plot didn't stick in my head. I don't mind rereading novels, but in the future I shall try to read slower.

After I finish this book, I'm back to classics, so very hopeful after reading 'To Kill A Mockingbird' I think today I'll check out: Jazz by Toni Morrison, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Winnie the Pooh, by A.A. Milne. Those sound pretty good. I'm fairly sure that I read Winnie the Pooh, but I'll get it just in case, but I'm quite well read when it concerns to A.A. Milne, (I dare you to ask me to recite one of his poems...)

So anyway, life is good. Billy just purchased the newest version of World of Warcraft, which means I'll have the couch to myself this week-end to read.

Oh, also, Billy worked late last night, so I flipped between Nova and American Idol, while reading Harry Potter. I now remember how my Dad would watch Nova. It also makes me remember how much I miss my subscription to 'Discover' magazine... I should get an online subscription... better for the environment... Hey, I'm trying!