I have been reading the Twilight Series for the past few weeks, alternating with The Book of Air and Shadows which is about a possible hidden Shakespeare manuscript.
On occassion I would wince at the extreme sappiness of Bella and Edward. I would put down the book and exclaim "Why the f#*! am I reading this crap?!"
Four books later...
It is not exactly difficult to admit that yes, I do like the series and that I am waiting for the movie with a level of excitement usually reserved for a drinking binge or a possible hit of amphetamines (but with the fracking random drug testing...scrap the last bit)
My tastes are rather strange when it comes to books. I have no particular fondness for any genre --- but I can't stand Salman Rushdie. Yes, he is a brilliant writer but every time I read his books (right from Satanic Verses to Midnight's Children and The Ground Beneath Her Feet --- speaking of which, I wonder where my copy is...) I feel that he is showing off his capacity for darkness. It's so silver lining underneath the dark cloud. The text is beautiful and the characters faulty and multi-textured but damn! the books read like a long elegy to pride.
Currently playlist:
1. So Not Over You - Simply Red
2. Change - Monkey Majik & Yoshida Brothers
3. Monsoon - Jack Johnson
4. No Ordinary Morning - Chicane
5. When I Grow Up - Pussycat Dolls
6. Breathe - Frou Frou
7. Right as Rain - Adele
8. Make You Feel My Love - Adele
F. The days are just too long and my skin is just too burnt right now.
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1 comment:
keep on reading and writing!
:)
miss you lau! see u soon...
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