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*cracks jaw*
Aug. 15th, 2006 05:00 amHuh. Apparently Jesus!sticker doesn't mean terribly bad book. Or else cramming an entire book in under a day makes everything seem better. For the record, yes, much with the beating about the skull type region with the sledgehammer of subtle, but half of that was on purpose. Had the remaining half not existed, or even been halved, I might finished sooner.
I'll admit that I've grown to love books that are nothing but a series of emails strung together and turned into a book. I also love books that do the same with letters [bonus points if the book is set up so that you pull the letters out of envelopes] so it's not just some technilogical advance thing. Nope, I'm just a sucker for looking at other people's private stuff. :p
It also didn't hurt that in zee book you had the overbearing most modestly modest [in that way that cats are modest] email group member, the snarky faction, and the insufferable family member who manages to kick you in the shins repeatedly. The big problem, aside from the sledgehammer to the temple anytime anything bad happened*, is that if you're me and ever so bitchy, you keep waiting for someone to finally go nuclear in regards to Modestly Modest and her sister. And it never happens. Or it sort of does, but it's just... terribly dissapointing. I know, Jesus!Sticker.
*- Count me among those who do not take comfort in being told that it's all God's will when something awful happens.
Did I mention the book? Ah well. SAHM I Am- Meredith Efken. Surprisingly it was better than the Meg Cabot book I read that was all emails. Infinitely better, as the MC book gave me a headache. Odd considering I'm not ashamed to say I love her.
It is also stomping all over the chick lit I picked up at the same time. Unfortunately someone either swiped half my pile of books, or I burned through everything else. Nyargh. I could go digging around in the Sweet Valley pile, or suck it up and try and snap back into a manga frame of mind...
G'ah. Now I'm getting another headache. *yawns* I should clean up here. There are, hold on, I'm counting as I type this...sixteen glasses [assorted shapes, styles, and some might throw in mugs are different things altogether], four bowls, two plates, and other assorted junk. Yup. On the other hand, I can't really do much until Dad leaves, as only a fool uses up all the hot water before his shower. Yes.
So, anyone else got any read someone else's email type books?
Oh, and I was wrong about the camera being left at work. So I "borrowed" it for awhile. Pictures and possible story to follow sometime.
I'll admit that I've grown to love books that are nothing but a series of emails strung together and turned into a book. I also love books that do the same with letters [bonus points if the book is set up so that you pull the letters out of envelopes] so it's not just some technilogical advance thing. Nope, I'm just a sucker for looking at other people's private stuff. :p
It also didn't hurt that in zee book you had the overbearing most modestly modest [in that way that cats are modest] email group member, the snarky faction, and the insufferable family member who manages to kick you in the shins repeatedly. The big problem, aside from the sledgehammer to the temple anytime anything bad happened*, is that if you're me and ever so bitchy, you keep waiting for someone to finally go nuclear in regards to Modestly Modest and her sister. And it never happens. Or it sort of does, but it's just... terribly dissapointing. I know, Jesus!Sticker.
*- Count me among those who do not take comfort in being told that it's all God's will when something awful happens.
Did I mention the book? Ah well. SAHM I Am- Meredith Efken. Surprisingly it was better than the Meg Cabot book I read that was all emails. Infinitely better, as the MC book gave me a headache. Odd considering I'm not ashamed to say I love her.
It is also stomping all over the chick lit I picked up at the same time. Unfortunately someone either swiped half my pile of books, or I burned through everything else. Nyargh. I could go digging around in the Sweet Valley pile, or suck it up and try and snap back into a manga frame of mind...
G'ah. Now I'm getting another headache. *yawns* I should clean up here. There are, hold on, I'm counting as I type this...sixteen glasses [assorted shapes, styles, and some might throw in mugs are different things altogether], four bowls, two plates, and other assorted junk. Yup. On the other hand, I can't really do much until Dad leaves, as only a fool uses up all the hot water before his shower. Yes.
So, anyone else got any read someone else's email type books?
Oh, and I was wrong about the camera being left at work. So I "borrowed" it for awhile. Pictures and possible story to follow sometime.
