Hey folks, it’s been a while. Sorry for the huge gap in posts. The last seven months have been pretty hectic for me – I went from having a terrible boss, to having no boss, to getting a new job in a completely new field with a different schedule. My husband also got a promotion, and with it a change to third shift. It’s all been changes for the better, but even good changes can be stressful.
I plan on posting the first chapter review of Eldest in the next couple days. I know I announced I would be tackling The Sword of Truth next, but to be honest, I’m afraid that if I don’t stick to one series at a time, I will never finish any of them. So we’re going to be working our way through the multi-colored bricks that are Christopher Paolini’s Inheritance Cycle, and if/when those are finished I will move on to Terry Goodkind.
Well folks, we’ve got just ten chapters left in Eragon. And while it’s taken me way too long to get this far, I should finish the book in the next month or so… which means it’s time to get ready for the next one. I’m going for a palate cleanser – not necessarily getting out of the fantasy genre, but getting away from Paolini’s bumbling for a bit before we come back to Eldest. I’ve got a couple options ready:
The Red Necklace, by Sally Gardner. It’s the story of the French Revolution, if you threw in devil worship and G*psy magic and a bland, uninspired love story and told it through the viewpoint of a couple teenagers who only witness events tangentially until the very end. Also kinda racist, what with the emphasis on the Romani having magical powers and all.
Daughter of the Blood, by Anne Bishop. Fantasy matriarchy, complete with overly complicated magic/ranking systems, gruesome depictions of genital mutilation, and looooooots of rape. Touted as being feminist, but really, really isn’t.
Wizard’s First Rule, by Terry Goodkind. I actually haven’t read this one before, but boy have I heard a lot about it (not to mention the author’s ego).
So, there you have it. If nobody votes/there’s a tie, I’ll probably go with The Red Necklace like I originally planned, but I thought I’d give you guys a choice first.
I’m sorry I’m always late with posts, folks. I’m working on one right now, but between working 10-13 hours a day and trying to get stuff done around the apartment, it’s not always easy to hammer out a post more than every two or three weeks.
In the meantime, you may be interested in someguestposts I did over at 50 Shades of Why, run by the ever-awesome Andrew. I was originally just going to snark the snippet he sent me for review and be done with it, but then for some unfathomable reason I decided I should read the entire book. Let’s just say that if I hadn’t been reading it on my Kindle, I would have set the damn thing on fire.
The rules are simple. Go to Goodreads and search for a book. (Any book will do, but it works better with a popular one.) Then see how long it takes for somebody to post a review that either completely misses the point, or shows that the reader failed to notice the obvious. (Unfortunately I do not have any links or screencaps* to illustrate, so you’ll have to rely on my fantastic powers of description here.)
In the comments on Machine of Death, I found no less than three reviewers bemoaning the fact that the book was “too morbid.” Just to make this perfectly clear, the full title of this book is Machine of Death: A Collection of Stories About People Who Know How They Will Die. It is exactly what it says on the cover. With a title like that, I don’t think you have any room to complain about the subject matter. (And yet, these people aren’t quite as annoying as the guys who complain that there’s not enough death in the stories, when the entire premise as explained in the introduction is “What would happen if people suddenly knew how they were going to die?” and not “How many different ways can we kill people off?”)
Then there’s The Red Necklace(which I will be tackling after Eragon, as a palate-cleanser). The phrase “A story of the French Revolution” is right on the cover, and the back-cover blurb describes the protagonist as “a mysterious G*psy boy.” Again, fairly straight-forward descriptions of the content… and yet I found one review that stated (paraphrased) “If you like stories about g*psies and the French Revolution, you’ll love this book! I don’t so I thought it was boring.” Heaven forbid you read the back cover to see if the subject interests you!
I’d say this could be turned into a drinking game (a shot for every misses-the-point review, two if they belligerently defend their position in the comments), but depending on the book you might not have a liver left afterward.
* I’d like to say this is because I am a nice person who doesn’t want to ridicule some random stranger for having a differing opinion from my own, but that would be a tad too optimistic. The main reason is because I read these reviews a few months ago, and when I tried to find them again they’d been buried under the 100+ pages of reviews that these books have. So it’s more due to laziness than any sort of magnanimity on my part.
As you may have noticed, it’s been a while since I last posted. Part of it has to do with the length of the chapters and my inability to be concise. It’s taking a longer time than I thought it would to figure out what to write about, and when I do write a longer post I’ve noticed that it tends to ramble all over the place because there are several issues I want to discuss at once and no connecting thread between them.
I follow quite a few deconstructions, and while a few of them go chapter by chapter, quite a few tend to go by in sections (divided as the deconstruction author sees fit – a handful of paragraphs, or a couple of pages, or even divided by topic). This usually results in shorter, to-the-point posts that are easier to digest and often skip over the boring parts where nothing happens. The main downside is that it takes a lot longer to get through the source material, but if the ride is a lot smoother then maybe that’s not such a bad thing.
Readers, what do you think? I’m leaning toward going sectional, if only because it will mean less procrastination and skipping ahead to see how many more pages I have to get through; the only problem I see here is knowing where to start and end the sections.
Howdy, folks. The name’s Sarah, or Omskivar – I’m not really picky about which one you use. I’d like to not-so-formally welcome you to just one of the little corners of the internet that I inhabit. This is it – a brand new blog! It’s a bit empty right now, but over time I’ll manage to fill it with clutter (just like my apartment!).
The premise of this blog is simple: I’m going to post my reactions to the media I consume. I’ll mostly focus on books, movies, and television, but from time to time I’ll also address video games, music, and anything else that vaguely falls under the categories of mass media, pop culture, or just plain geekery. There will be rage and ranting, glee and gushing, cursing galore, and possibly some LOLcats scattered around.
So, now that that’s out of the way, pull up a seat and make yourself comfortable!