We’re heading up to the camp tomorrow for four days, and I’m looking forward to a LOT of reading on the dock. Can’t wait. So, what book do I bring? There are Trevor’s Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? graphic novels, which I haven’t even cracked open yet. It’s not that I don’t want to read them. I do. It’s just that loads of library books keep coming in, and then I read those first because of the whole due date thing. Which reminds me, I think I have fines again (no surprise), and I also need to put the YA book The Perks of Being a Wallflower on reserve, thanks to a review by Reader Rabid.
Or I could bring Feed, another zombie story, which I’m 150 pages or so into. It takes places about 20 years after the zombie rising, and focuses on two twenty-something bloggers who are following the presidential campaign. It’s described as a dystopian political zombie thriller. I agree with the first three words, and I anticipate that the thrills will come as I continue reading. It’s been a lot of set-up and history so far.
Argh! Still haven’t re-read Darkly Hallows, and I may be seeing the movie soon. I need to get on this. But…the pile of new library books on my desk keeps calling my name.
In other Harry news, supposedly J.K. Rowling wrote an alternate ending to Darkly Hallows.
No blogging happened this past week since I was in New York visiting my sister. Not much reading happened, either, unless I count the hours spent poring over maps of the city and its subway system.
Anyhoo, prior to my trip, I finished reading Gathering Blue and Messenger, the follow-ups to The Giver, which I had loved. I did enjoy these last two books; characters that had appeared in The Giver appeared in Messenger, so I got to find out what happened to them. What a relief. And the main character from Gathering Blue appeared in Messenger as an adult. Ends were tied together nicely.
I have to say, though, that the follow-ups didn’t affect me the way The Giver did. It’s possible I blew through them too fast because I wanted to get them done before my trip. I can’t quite put my finger on it. Both stories were good. I liked the characters well enough…but they didn’t give me that tight chest, watery eye feeling.
Oh, Divergent came in at the library. Can’t believe it showed up that quickly. This is the book that made me seriously consider breaking my no-buying-books rule; I had read the first 80 pages online at the publisher’s site and couldn’t wait to get a copy.
I’m 40 pages in and it’s not grabbing me. Probably because I’ve already read this part of the story? I hope it’s as good as I’m expecting it to be. I hate when I build a book up in my mind, and then the reading experience is disappointing. The last time this occurred was with The Graveyard Book.
I’ve finished designing my website, and Trevor is in the midst of programming it. Fortunately, I can help upload the content once he shows me how to do it. It’s taken a while, but it’s looking good! The longest (and sometimes tedious part) was gathering the content: scanning, screenshots, links, resizing jpegs, etc. I’m happy that part is over.
I can’t wait until it goes live!
I haven’t read too many graphic novels lately (it’ll be months since the next 12-issue hardcover of The Walking Dead comes out; I can’t stand the wait.), so when I happened to come across Ghost World’s name in an article, I immediately put it on hold at the library. I had seen the movie years ago, but had never read the graphic novel.
It’s funny. The back cover copy states, “No one has their eye, or ear, focused on youth as acutely as Daniel Clowes. For once in a comic story, people are portrayed as they really act and talk.”
I liked this book, a lot, but I can honestly say that I didn’t act or talk this way as a teen, and neither did my friends. My sentences weren’t filled with swear words or blunt observations about sex and drugs. Okay, sure, I was blunt about some stuff (not sex and drugs, as I had no knowledge of either), and was often accused of having no filter, but I can’t relate to the teens in Ghost World. I was a “good girl,” ” a “browner,” who got good grades and listened to her parents when told to be home by midnight. Oh, the stuff I could have been doing.