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impySo he hasn't replied and he's been on again since then. La. I don't get him and yet, at the same time, I get him all too well. I can read his thoughts on everything else except the important stuff. How fair is that? Exactly. Totally not fair at all. Still, he's got til Sunday and then I just say to hell with all of this and wish a cold, snowy winter on him. Kay, so I started wishing a little early. I never claimed to be a saint.
I've stalled in my book-a-day quest. It was bound to end sooner rather than later, since I've mostly gone through the books I really, really wanted to read and now I'm at the end of the grab-bags, if you will. I've still got a few from TS I want to read, but I should read my library stuff first. Next on the chopping block is Blood Noir. I'd forgotten this was meant to be the Jason book, and when I went through and picked certain pages at random, I only managed to find two sex scenes. I'll let you know if the others are hiding or if she's managed to screw it all up. I mean, at least with the last however many porn-tastic ones, you could tell yourself she at least substituted a lot of bad sex for plot. I would suggest that the repitition of certain words be banned from whatever her next book is, and that the phrase "flat out does it" be fined for overuse. Seriously, send the woman a bill for each time she uses it. It's lost all meaning and now when someone says it, I want to hit them for making me think of Anita.
And yes, I really shouldn't be reading it at all, but... well, I'm weak and these things happen. Also, mumsy brought it home from the library and I couldn't tell her, "But, Mumsy! I'm trying to kick that crap!"
All of this means I finished Certain Girls, which is obviously not as good as Good In Bed was. I can't imagine trying to live up to that, or writing a sequel to anything so loved, but hey, she did. And it's not bad at all. I did have to push my way through the first couple of chapters until I fully got the swing of Cannie/Joy/Cannie/Joy switch-a-roo, and you will want to bang your head on something when Joy acts like a teenager and Cannie acts like an overprotective mother, and... then, just as you're ready to put this in the "good, but not great or really even all that memorable" pile, Peter dies. I'd already peeked at the end and didn't realize he wasn't there at all, and then I flipped forward one more time, trying to find out something [I'm awful at that, and I didn't used to be] and the next thing I know, Joy is wishing her father were there... on the same page Bruce is mentioned. Kay... why would Peter miss Joy's bat mitzvah? And then I get it. He's dead. And I start to cry like an absolute baby because Peter is love and the source of most of Cannie's really good lines.
I'm just not sure if it's a cheap trick to kill someone so that your book is more memorable. Did he have to die? Does anyone in anything have to? Well, yes. But I'm not sure about Peter. Was it just so that his jokes about his funeral and the fact that he was pushing for a kid would suddenly mean more as you looked back? Or does the fact that his death meant anything mean that the book just happened to be that good and it's one of those things and I've lost my pointy-point, have you seen it anywhere?
I've stalled in my book-a-day quest. It was bound to end sooner rather than later, since I've mostly gone through the books I really, really wanted to read and now I'm at the end of the grab-bags, if you will. I've still got a few from TS I want to read, but I should read my library stuff first. Next on the chopping block is Blood Noir. I'd forgotten this was meant to be the Jason book, and when I went through and picked certain pages at random, I only managed to find two sex scenes. I'll let you know if the others are hiding or if she's managed to screw it all up. I mean, at least with the last however many porn-tastic ones, you could tell yourself she at least substituted a lot of bad sex for plot. I would suggest that the repitition of certain words be banned from whatever her next book is, and that the phrase "flat out does it" be fined for overuse. Seriously, send the woman a bill for each time she uses it. It's lost all meaning and now when someone says it, I want to hit them for making me think of Anita.
And yes, I really shouldn't be reading it at all, but... well, I'm weak and these things happen. Also, mumsy brought it home from the library and I couldn't tell her, "But, Mumsy! I'm trying to kick that crap!"
All of this means I finished Certain Girls, which is obviously not as good as Good In Bed was. I can't imagine trying to live up to that, or writing a sequel to anything so loved, but hey, she did. And it's not bad at all. I did have to push my way through the first couple of chapters until I fully got the swing of Cannie/Joy/Cannie/Joy switch-a-roo, and you will want to bang your head on something when Joy acts like a teenager and Cannie acts like an overprotective mother, and... then, just as you're ready to put this in the "good, but not great or really even all that memorable" pile, Peter dies. I'd already peeked at the end and didn't realize he wasn't there at all, and then I flipped forward one more time, trying to find out something [I'm awful at that, and I didn't used to be] and the next thing I know, Joy is wishing her father were there... on the same page Bruce is mentioned. Kay... why would Peter miss Joy's bat mitzvah? And then I get it. He's dead. And I start to cry like an absolute baby because Peter is love and the source of most of Cannie's really good lines.
I'm just not sure if it's a cheap trick to kill someone so that your book is more memorable. Did he have to die? Does anyone in anything have to? Well, yes. But I'm not sure about Peter. Was it just so that his jokes about his funeral and the fact that he was pushing for a kid would suddenly mean more as you looked back? Or does the fact that his death meant anything mean that the book just happened to be that good and it's one of those things and I've lost my pointy-point, have you seen it anywhere?
