Dead Until Dark:
Many of my friends got my heart a flutter when suggesting I read this book. Being that I am a proud fan of Twilight, they were sure I'd enjoy the first book of the True Blood series. But, what they didn't factor in was that the book is retarded and I generally don't like retarded books.
Sookie and Bill are lovers. First of all, Sookie is a ridiculous name. I wouldn't even name my cat that. And, Bill!? Seriously?! I'm sorry, but I will not be fantasizing about a man named Bill. Bills are old men with big, gross beards who smoke pipes and are married to women named Arlene. Gross.
Secondly, the book takes place is Shitville. It's a small, southern, redneck, poor town and the leading lady is a bartender. Please. I read fantasy books to escape the world I live in, not recreate it.
Finally, Sookie (ridiculous name) can read minds. Yet, she's always wondering what people are thinking. YOU READ MINDS! I have an idea, Sookie . . . If you want to know what people are thinking, why don't you READ THEIR MINDS!!!
So, yes, I thought the book was atrocious and, yet, I read the whole thing. And, I have to be honest, although the characters said hillbilly things like, "chompin at the bit," I still find myself curious about what happens next. So, if anyone has the next book in the series, I'd like to borrow it.
A Sentimental Education:
A Sentimental Education was way too difficult to be relaxing. But, let's be honest, I'm going to read the next True Blood book so obviously I like to torture myself. It was about a pretentious, douche-bag Frenchman from the late 1800s. He, Frederic, spends his whole life squandering his inheritance and trying to have an affair with his best friend's wife.
He's a douche; he's materialistic; he cares too much about being a member of society; he's a creep. The worst part, though, he's the hero. Yep, he's the best of the bunch. And I do mean a bunch. True to French literature there were 157 characters and sentences that lasted for a whole page.
Despite the main character being a tool bag and the run-on sentences, the book was actually great. There was close attention paid to the French revolution which sounds remarkably like contemporary America. You know, one party demonizing socialism and one party demonizing capitalism. In the end, the French citizens fought til the death--literally--and, as a result, became the France we know today. The book was fascinating, especially since we all know how history has a funny way of repeating itself.
I read a couple memoirs, too. They were easy, great reads by Joyce Dyer. She's a pretty successful author from Akron, Ohio and I greatly enjoy her work. I guess, in the end, I have not done such a bad job choosing books. Sometimes, it's even more fun to hate a book than it is to love it. The best part is, my break is not over so I still have plenty of time left. Any suggestions?
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