so far this year (ignoring the whole cunterlinking *snorfle* affair) things have been better than last.
point of fact is this: i've, not ten minutes ago, finished reading my second book for the year.
now, to a lot of people, this isn't really a particularly significant thing, but for me it is. see, last year, i spent the entire year struggling through the most annoying and dullifying (eh?) book (or rather trilogy of, but was an omnibus collection so only counts as one) since i slept through Far From a Madding Crowd. every time i picked it up to chunk through a chapter of insane length i was traumatised by the amount of effort it took to concentrate on the story. so much so that i would put it down for weeks (in one case three months) at a time and not look at another book for fear of death (or something).
i can hear some of you out there saying "so why didn't you just go read another book and forget about it then?"
the answer is quite simple. if i start a book, i find i've GOT to finish it (though, it's taking so far, 2 years and counting with Ben Eltons "High Society", don't ask me why). i can't deal with starting a book and getting to know the characters and the story and then not following them through their adventures. it's different with film for me, i tend be more detached from the story, but books are really high in detail and i've got an awesome visual brain and the book is ALWAYS better than the film.
*tangent* I was seriously impressed and totally freaked when I saw "The Green Mile" simply because (with the exception of Tom Hanks) all of the actors representations of the characters was EXACTLY as i had seen them when i read the books. The spookiest bit about it was the guy who played Toomey (i think that's the characters name, been a while since i've seen or read it), he's the dickhead young feller who played the liver eating guy (Toombes) from the X-Files. Aaaaaanyway, the point is, his physical appearance was JUST how I had imagined the character to look like. Right down to the sniveling.
my point is, it looks like i might be able to read a few books this year that won't traumatise me. however, i'm almost frightened by the collection of unread Stephen Donaldson novels in my unread pile from last year. considering it was his Second Chronicles of Thomas Covenant that did all the traumatising last year.
til next....
~Kits~ (having read her 6th Pratchett, is still trying to figure him out. he doesn't impress her, but she finds him an easy read)
point of fact is this: i've, not ten minutes ago, finished reading my second book for the year.
now, to a lot of people, this isn't really a particularly significant thing, but for me it is. see, last year, i spent the entire year struggling through the most annoying and dullifying (eh?) book (or rather trilogy of, but was an omnibus collection so only counts as one) since i slept through Far From a Madding Crowd. every time i picked it up to chunk through a chapter of insane length i was traumatised by the amount of effort it took to concentrate on the story. so much so that i would put it down for weeks (in one case three months) at a time and not look at another book for fear of death (or something).
i can hear some of you out there saying "so why didn't you just go read another book and forget about it then?"
the answer is quite simple. if i start a book, i find i've GOT to finish it (though, it's taking so far, 2 years and counting with Ben Eltons "High Society", don't ask me why). i can't deal with starting a book and getting to know the characters and the story and then not following them through their adventures. it's different with film for me, i tend be more detached from the story, but books are really high in detail and i've got an awesome visual brain and the book is ALWAYS better than the film.
*tangent* I was seriously impressed and totally freaked when I saw "The Green Mile" simply because (with the exception of Tom Hanks) all of the actors representations of the characters was EXACTLY as i had seen them when i read the books. The spookiest bit about it was the guy who played Toomey (i think that's the characters name, been a while since i've seen or read it), he's the dickhead young feller who played the liver eating guy (Toombes) from the X-Files. Aaaaaanyway, the point is, his physical appearance was JUST how I had imagined the character to look like. Right down to the sniveling.
my point is, it looks like i might be able to read a few books this year that won't traumatise me. however, i'm almost frightened by the collection of unread Stephen Donaldson novels in my unread pile from last year. considering it was his Second Chronicles of Thomas Covenant that did all the traumatising last year.
til next....
~Kits~ (having read her 6th Pratchett, is still trying to figure him out. he doesn't impress her, but she finds him an easy read)
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