Oh, books. Why have you forsaken me?

I'm currently reading Late Night Talking which I'm not entirely sure how I found. Probably when I was flipping through various sites and it just screamed, "read me!" and I'm a bit of a book whore, so I said sure. The first time I brought this home, I promptly lost the library bag it was in. The other book in the bag, Being Committed, turned out to be very good the second time I checked the pair out, so naturally I had high hopes for LNT. So far it's a bit annoying. The author rambles a bit too much, which I know is ironic coming from me. Pot, kettle, have you been properly introduced? But then again, I didn't get a book deal for a book filled with rambling, so there you go.

  The thing is, I don't think I'd mind the rambling if it wasn't so blasted confusing in places and if I weren't fairly certain that sentences were actually fragmented. It's like there's too much backstory thrown in on the oddest things, which would normally fascinate me, but not for three pages worth of description for a bar stool. (Yes. Exaggeration. It was half a page for a bar stool.)

This I figure will either continue to jar me terribly, or I'll chalk it up to character is slightly insane due to parental issues. What won't go away or be chalked up to anything good is the repeated slamming of the night-shift.

*rubs temples* People. People. PEOPLE. If you don't like the night shift, don't do the night shift. And if you do have to do the night shift without wanting to, please don't assume that everyone else who does the night shift is a freak. Just. Don't. It's not cute, it's not endearing you to anyone, and I'm really getting tired of the books I've been reading mocking me lately. It hurts.

Our main character, Jeannie, is a late night AM radio talk show host who prattles on about how rude people are in NYC, and the rest of the known world, I suppose. It should come as no surprise that she's fantastically rude at times about other people being rude, but that's okay because she's setting them straight. Or something. This hook could work you know. But for Jeannie, it doesn't, because she comes across as a little unhinged. Which is obviously due to her lack of a sex life, as we are told on maybe page three. If we wait that long.

But the night shift. It's filled with weirdos and she doesn't like having two dinners and being on an opposite schedule of everyone else in the known universe and blah, blah, blah.

I would buy this so much more easily if her friends didn't keep the same schedule and if she didn't live in NYC. For fuck's sake, if there's a city anywhere built for insomniacs and third-shifters the world over, I'd imagine it's that one.

I really don't see me finishing this book if I have any choice because I can already see how the love triangle is going to play out and if I wanted to listen to people complain about what weirdos work the vampire shift, I'd listen to my co-workers.

It still boggles my mind that after how many years, I can't convince people that in order for you to not be a complete and utter zombie overnight, you do actually have to sleep sometime during the day. Yet every one of them is all, "I didn't sleep." Really. There's a complete and utter shock. Once in awhile is one thing. When something big happens, again, understandable. But all the freakin' time?

It makes me sad that such logic is beyond so many. Then again, I still think quite a few of the people who wander in during the overnight shift are freaks and should really reconsider things if they're hitting a drugstore every freakin' night.

Also: T.S. and my other book people! When the hell was it designated that Steampunk was just for young adults/young readers?