Having just read Ms Keenan’s very demoralising post, I realise that I have completely wasted my holiday. Not only should I have been placing reserves on all those very worthy sounding titles, I should also have been out jogging while eating celery, reorganising my stamp collection, enrolling in Magyar language classes and retraining as a camel herder.
Instead, I lolled around the house reading a vast assortment of books. All the books, in fact, that have been sitting on my reserve list and on the bedside table for weeks and weeks. And how did they measure up?
Well, I have to say it was a little of the ‘Good/Bad/Ugly’ scenario. Repeated several times.
The Good: Audrey Niffenegger’s Her Fearful Symmetry – loved loved loved it!
Stephen King’s Under the Dome ( this one has been scaring me off for weeks due both to its size and the fact that his last few have been pretty crap). Also a great read, although a little difficult to prop up one-handed, and thus not particularly portable.
A couple of great little teen ghost/horror romances called Ruined, by Paula Morris (a Kiwi!), and Beautiful Creatures, by Kami Garcia, and a sparklingly silly horror/comedy called The Gates: A Strange Novel for Strange Young People, by John Connolly, that was everything that Eoin Colfer’s book could and should have been (see below).
The Bad: Dean Koontz, you are getting lazy, and formulaic, and a bit twee. I persevered with Breathless, but only because it was too hot to move from the couch.
Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters – average, and I didn’t finish it. I loved Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, but this ‘reworking’ seems a bit more try-hard (plus, S&S isn’t one of my faves to start with, and maybe you have to love the original? ).
And The Ugly: Oh dear oh dear. I was right to be frightened by the news that someone (anyone) was going to have a go at a Hitchhikers book. And Another Thing was the most disappointing book I have read for ages: messy, overly complex, and far too pleased with itself. I made it nearly halfway through before I cried and threw it away (metaphorically, of course).
And I know this isn’t a book, but Oh. My. Goodness. Why didn’t anyone warn me? Transformers 2, Revenge of the Fallen. Officially WORST MOVIE I HAVE EVER SEEN. (Copies available soon at your local library …)
Twelve books, nine days. Not too shabby, I think. Can anyone beat that? Course you can …