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Sunday, October 30, 2011

Gimme a Kiss


I’ve always been a huge Christopher Pike fan…since forever…or at since least middle school/high school (so close to forever).  I read all of his books, most of them twice.  Love, LOVE, LOVED him.

So, in getting into the Halloween spirit this year, I was ecstatic to stumble upon an old paperback Christopher Pike, Gimme a Kiss.

In the scheme of things, forever is a fairly long time, and reading this book again after so much time was a little like reading it for the first time.  There were bits and pieces, and lines here and there, that had been enmeshed into my tome-of-Christoper-Pike memories.  But for the most part, Gimme a Kiss was a surprising blank of who did what, why, and how it happened, and I found myself reading along anxiously.

For most people, high school isn’t ever quite the same as we imagine it.  It certainly isn’t for Jane Retton…which is why she fakes her diary.  Instead of writing about her so-so blah everyday life, Jane writes about the kind of things that she wishes happened.  And it’s no big deal, because no one’s going to read her diary.  At least, no one is supposed to…  In a mad rush, Jane accidently brings her diary to school with her.  And out of spite, someone shares Jane’s diary with the entire school—In particular, the last entry.  And everyone believes it’s true.  After all, it’s Jane’s diary, Jane’s handwriting.  And even though hardly any of it IS true, Jane’s boyfriend certainly isn’t denying it.

Jane is MORTified.  And I absolutely LOVE the cover blurb:
Some girls would simply die.
Other girls would kill.

But Jane Retton…she would do both.


Juicy, right?

Jane plots an intense revenge scheme, unaware that someone is willing to go even farther than she is… and is planning to help make Jane’s plans into a reality.

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And while I was leaning toward who-dun-it, I absolutely couldn’t remember who it was, why, or how.  Needless to say it was a perfect reread and kept me on edge the whole way.

So why did I remember some parts, tiny little details, like the cop (Lieutenant Fisher), who, in trying to ingratiate himself with a suspect/witness, lies about having an ex-girlfriend who’s father was a dentist?  Seriously, that little tidbit of randomness has been stuck in my brain for I don’t know how long, while the major parts evaded me.

Then there were a few parts that I’m glad to have forgotten…  I have to admit, some of the language comes off a little dated.  Normally, I’d read right past that.  Here’s the little scene that gave me pause:

In the beginning of the book, Lt. Fisher is questioning Jane’s friend Patty about recent events, when Patty’s father ‘looks doubtful,’ and asks Lt. Fisher if he isn’t “sort of young” to be a policeman.—A question that Lt. Fisher is all too accustomed to hearing, even at the age of 33, after having “been a police officer for a dozen years.”

Now, fast-forward to later in the book, where Fisher’s training as a MEDIC in VIETNAM, come in handy.

Yes, the 33 year-old police Lt. was also a medic in Vietnam.  After reading that part, I had to reread it.  Then I went back to the beginning to verify his age.  Then I went to the cover page to look for the publication date.  1988.  Subtract a dozen years on the police force=1976.  *shakes head*

That little teensy piece of math, which I’m sure I had no problem skimming over the first time I read Gimme a Kiss, totally took me out of the story for a few seconds.

And aside from my little math equation, I could go either way on her diary entry; I don’t think it’s near as scandalous as it might have twenty years ago-ish.  But then again…having something so personal read BY. THE. ENTIRE. SCHOOL.????  Um, yeah, that could maybe set someone on the edge.


But even slightly dated, Gimme a Kiss was still the fast-paced, riveting Christopher Pike I remember being glued to way back in the ‘90s.  It’s a pretty quick read, perfect for imbibing your nostalgia, or just for a fun, gripping, twisty-turny edge-of-your-seat read.





(\__/)p.s.  in a weird coincidence, I currently find myself living very near the very real setting of the fictional story.  very random.  very Halloweenie.
p.p.s. also goes toward my Read Me Baby, 1 More Time challenge.  woot woot.

Friday, October 28, 2011

10:28


Happy Queeb!!!!

Forget 5 O’clock—It’s 10:28 somewhere.  And somewhere in a small Midwestern town off the shores of Lake Superior, students are sleeping in, skipping classes, and getting ready to party tonight.  There will be a combination of people bundled and layered excessively against the late fall chill, hippies, outdoor adventurers, and outrageous costume-goers.  There will be tents and mud, fires and drinks to huddle around for warmth, and there will be music.

Alarms all around are being set for 10:28 and there is a feeling of Halloween, April Fool’s Day, and snow days wrapped all in one.

Or at least that’s how I picture it, and how I remember it, from when I was there.

I don’t actually know the real story, but there are lots of stories, and I’ve always treasured the one I do know.

Queeb.

It starts out with a couple of college guys.  Freshmen.  And somewhere, somehow, these freshmen stumble upon a dummy…in one of the storage rooms, I believe.  There was lots of plotting and planning involved.  And drinking.  And the next year, enrolled among the incoming freshman was a dummy named Floyd E. Queeb.—Afterall, what better way to smarten him up?

Alas, Floyd proved not to be a very good student.  He didn’t attend any of his classes.  He didn’t pay any of his bills.  He didn’t respond to letters in his mailbox, or all his phone calls went unanswered.

However, thanks to Floyd, his roommate did land a single…And the administration didn’t uncover the truth until 10/28 that the joke was on them.  And every year since, the students and alumni (and even teachers) of this small, out of the way school in the North Woods, have celebrated 10:28 and 10/28 in honor of Floyd E. Queeb.


Like I said, this story is probably not true.  I have heard other stories involving dummies…so I think there might have been an actual dummy.  It was general knowledge that those enterprising young freshman turned into well-loved professors, who were notoriously hush hush about the real origins.

I’ve actually come to think of part of the fun of Queeb is not knowing the truth, but to think of all the possibilities of what might have happened…  Are we celebrating the ineptitude of our administrators?  The ingenuity of students?  Or maybe it just made for an outstanding excuse to throw a great party?  …you know, because we were too impatient to wait for Halloween. ;)


So here’s to celebrating the unknown and the mysterious, for being silly and cold, and having fun because it’s there to be had.

Happy Queeb!!!!








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Thursday, October 27, 2011

A Whisper to a Scream

A Whisper to a Scream


Ellory Graham detested high school. She relished the fact that she was a rebel. A wild, carefree, type of girl. She basked in the glory of being the type of girl who stood up to authority. Unfortunately for her, her upfront, honest and bitchy nature always managed to land her in some kind of trouble.

Adam Jacobs was everything Ellory was not. Not only was he beautiful, but he was smart, artistic, and sweet. To almost every girl he seemed like the total package- that all around perfect guy. But in a town were nothing particularly interesting happens, and gossip seems like the only fun thing to do, sometimes those perfections become flaws. And it doesn’t take long for Ellory to find out, even Adam has secrets.

But Adam’s secrets, are the kind of secrets people die for...
Sometimes love....can be deadly. 

I have to say Lauren Hammond’s A Whisper to a Scream was a really fresh and original read for me—not to mention creepy to the core!

Right from the beginning Hammond sets an intense, dark, gripping mood, which carries through all the way to the last page.  And I was on the edge at every twist and turn.

A Whisper to a Scream alternates between the voices of Ellory and Adam.

I think Ellory was the biggest shock for me.  I usually identify with the “good girls” who are trying to do everything right.  And even when they do something wrong, it’s for the right reasons, or they think it’s right at the time.  But Ellory isn’t trying to be good, isn’t trying to make life easier for her mother or her teachers.  Ellory hasn’t been corrupted by peer pressure or bad boys.  Ellory IS the bad influence—She sneaks out at night.  She sneaks out during the day.  She gets drunk at parties and makes out with other girls’ boyfriends.  Well, ok, if she’d been sober she probably would have just made out with single guys…

And then there’s the new guy in town, Adam.  He’s smart, athletic, perfect, and dangerous.  He’s a good boy, every mother’s dream…  Except, you know, he’s a got this thing about blood.  But Adam ISN’T a vampire.  He’s worse.  He’s REAL.  There isn’t any afterlife if you’re in love with Adam… just blood.

I got visions of Twilight and Thomas Harris’s Red Dragon while I was reading A Whisper to a Scream—It’s dark, without the sparklies.

I finally understood what all the naysayers have been saying about Twilight.  All the things about Twilight, about Bella’s and Edward’s epic and doomed love that I thought were romantic and sweet and passionate…suddenly became scary and dangerous and creepy and unsafe and NOT healthy, not to mention VERY deadly.  And VERY serious.

Oddly, in almost a Frankenstein kind of way, I sympathized with Adam more than Ellory.  Adam couldn’t help the way he was born, Adam can’t help being a monster.  But that doesn’t mean he WANTS to be a monster.

And what do you do when you’re being pursued by a monster?


A Whisper to a Scream is twisty and turny, and by the time you get to the end you won’t know which way to go…just that you’ll want more.


Scariness factor=Nail-biter






(\__/)p.s. check out my super awesome interview with Lauren Hammond for some juicy insights into A Whisper to a Scream!
p.p.s. received E-ARC from  author in exchange for fair/unbiased review. 'cause that's how I roll.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

A Whisper to a Scream: Interview with Lauren Hammond

Hello Everybody!!!!  I’m super excited today, because stopping by on her whirlwind blog-tour for A Whisper to a Scream is author Lauren Hammond.

If you haven’t read A Whisper to a Scream—I totally recommend it as a perfect read for getting in the Halloween mood!!!—Lauren is an author who always knows how to give me the creeps (in a good way!)!!!  ;)


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nymfaux:  First off—Hi Lauren!—I want to welcome you and thank you for stopping by!
—My head is still all a-swirl with thoughts after reading A Whisper to a ScreamYou set a pretty intense mood from the beginning of the story—Is it difficult to keep that mindset, to go back and forth all the time—writing in such a dark place, then go make supper or lunch, and coming back to your writing?
Lauren Hammond:  LOL. Well, most of my writing is done really late at night and a lot of it is hand-written on a notebook before I type it out. It's much easier for me that way. I have no distractions. It's quiet and it really allows me to put myself in that character's head. Not that I'm anything like Adam, but I considered him a challenge to create and I enjoy a challenge when it comes to writing. He's very dark and personally, I am not—at all.

nymfaux:  On the same note, does your writing ever give you nightmares or keep you up at night?
Lauren Hammond:  No. Sometimes I wish they did, though. Nightmares make pretty awesome ideas for books.

nymfaux:  A Whisper to a Scream really evoked a lot of images for me while I was reading it; did you have any particular inspirations for the story or characters (hopefully not real-life!)?
Lauren Hammond:  The only inspiration I had as far as real life images is the town the story takes place in. I modeled it after the town I grew up in. It's small, quaint, and there are a lot of farms. Nothing ever happened there either. My parents never locked our front door, EVER. And I could play outside at night without my parents ever worrying. I also put a little bit of myself in Ellory. I was pretty rebellious as a teen and I can remember sneaking out my best friend's bedroom window, running through a field full of soybeans, to her boyfriend's car while he waited for us on the street. Lastly, the scene where Ellory talks about her grandfather jumping from the car. That's true. That was my grandpa. He hopped out of a moving vehicle after seeing my grandma walking down the street. 

nymfaux:  A Whisper to a Scream alternates between Ellory’s and Adam’s points of view.  Did you always see the story from both sides?  Were there any difficulties switching between characters?  Ever start a scene from one character’s perspective and then decide it was better from the other side?
Lauren Hammond:  Oh man. This book has seen so many different stages. The original version was written without Adam's POV, actually. The original was completely from Ellory's POV. And it didn't work that way. I kept reading through it and felt something was missing and everyone else who read it always wound up hating Adam. So I knew I had to add him in. He is a very bad boy, lol, but there is also a good side to him and I wanted the readers to be able to see that. If his POV wasn't there, how would the readers be able to like him or sympathize with him at all? I don't think they would be able to. He's already a very dark character and it’s hard to like someone like that without seeing or reading about what's going on in their head. Also, the book began with Ellory's POV too. Then I switched it. I thought the opening would have a much bigger impact if I started it with Adam's POV. And apparently, according to most of the readers, it does. 

nymfaux:  I don’t want to give away any spoilers, but I have to admit I have some love/hate feelings about Ellory and Adam’s relationship, and as a reader it was a rare experience for me that I wasn’t sure how I wanted the story to end.  As the author, did you have the ending in mind when you began writing, or was it as much a surprise to you as to me?
Lauren Hammond:  Ohhh no. The ending was just as much of a surprise for me as it was for you. Since I began writing it, the ending had changed three times.

nymfaux:  Did you have any favorite scenes while you were writing?
Lauren Hammond:  Soooo many. My favorite wasn't one scene in particular, but it was a lot of the interactions between Ellory and Adam. In a way, they're both walking around numb. Ellory chooses to live closed off, bitter after watching her parents split and she tells herself that she doesn't want to feel if it's going to cause her so much pain. Adam is numb because he can't help it. He was born that way. And what makes them so interesting is because Ellory puts up a wall on purpose and Adam is desperate to be able to feel anything at all. There's a push and pull between them and that's something I enjoyed creating. Love without conflict, craziness, and a little bit of tension to me is boring. 

nymfaux:  You’re a very prolific writer (12 books in one year!?!?!!?!?!!)—Obviously you’re very dedicated, can you talk about your process?—How long does a single project take you?  Do you work on a one project at a time, or alternate?  Do you keep a strict writing schedule 9-5, or just squeeze writing in wherever you can?
Lauren Hammond:  Wait for 2012, lol! Well, for the most part I struggled with a few of the books because I had yet to find my true voice. Now that's I've found it, I'm pretty sure there's no looking back. I answered a previous question where I talk about writing in notebooks. That’s how it pretty much works. I write at night in my bedroom right before bed. And it takes me about 4 days to complete a rough draft that way. Then when I transfer it to the computer, it takes me about another two or three days, so I'd say in total it takes me about a week to write a novel. 

I do write one entire book at a time. But I'm not going to say that I don't get other ideas while I'm writing the novel I'm currently working on lol. And I will begin writing those while I word on the current project b ecause I don't want to lose anything I've just thought up. I'd say for the next year there are going to be at least 15 books I'm going to release including most of the sequels for books I already have out.

I think what's most important is that I don't rush through my writing process on purpose.  If I need time away from a book I'm working on, I take it and come back with a pair of fresh eyes.  Honestly though, most of the time when I get an idea, I just write and write when inspirations hits... The characters stick in my head and won't shut up until I finish their story.


I swear I'm not crazy, LOL.

nymfaux:  Do you think there might be any sequels in store for Ellory and Adam?

Lauren Hammond:  There is :) . This is actually a trilogy. The second book is Yelling Out Loud and the third is A Cry in the Dark.


nymfaux:  Anything else you want to share while you're here??? ;)

Lauren Hammond: 
 I have a novella out, too.  He Loves Me...He Loves You Not...  It's steamy and devious & if you like to walk on the dark side, check out A Whisper To A Scream.  I promise, it's to die for...

Happy Halloween!



Sometimes love....can be deadly. 
A Whisper to a Scream


Ellory Graham detested high school. She relished the fact that she was a rebel. A wild, carefree, type of girl. She basked in the glory of being the type of girl who stood up to authority. Unfortunately for her, her upfront, honest and bitchy nature always managed to land her in some kind of trouble.

Adam Jacobs was everything Ellory was not. Not only was he beautiful, but he was smart, artistic, and sweet. To almost every girl he seemed like the total package- that all around perfect guy. But in a town were nothing particularly interesting happens, and gossip seems like the only fun thing to do, sometimes those perfections become flaws. And it doesn’t take long for Ellory to find out, even Adam has secrets.

But Adam’s secrets, are the kind of secrets people die for...


nymfaux:  Thanks again for all your time!—It’s always great to have you visit, and I’m so excited about all of your upcoming releases!!!!

A Whisper to a Scream is available at:  AmazonBarnes and Noble, and Smashwords

For more information about Lauren Hammond and her books check her out here:
And follow her on Twitter: @NovelistLauren








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Wednesday, October 19, 2011

A Green Journey

*sigh*  Isn’t it wonderful when a book absolutely meets and surpasses expectations???

Often as not, I have discovered some of my favorite books and authors through movies.  And in the case of Jon Hassler’s A Green Journey, I have Netflix and Angela Lansbury to thank…

It started with an itch.  Out of the blue, I started craving some Murder She Wrote.   I can’t think of what made me think of it in the first place, but there you go.  So I queued it up and started watching.  And kept watching… (*so addictive*)  Well, when Netflix saw me watching Murder She Wrote, it started offering some recommendations of similar titles that I might enjoy.  Mixed in with EVERY. PERRY. MASON. SPECIAL. EVER. was a little Angela Lansbury movie I’d never heard of, A Green Journey.

Netflix promised:
“Weary Catholic schoolteacher Agatha McGee leaves Minnesota for the Emerald Isle to find a longtime pen pal who might just be the man of her dreams.”


I passed it by half-a-dozen times before my curiosity got the better of me and I decided to give it a chance.  As much as I’ve been addicted to Murder She Wrote, I really wasn’t expecting much from A Green Journey—But I was in a Hallmark/Lifetime-movie-of-the-week kind of mood, so it was well-suited.

Even during the first few frames, with Miss McGee writing on the blackboard, I was still having my doubts.  However, my curiosity was heightened when the title changed.  I’ve seen film trailers that have different working titles before the final version hits the theater.  But here, one second Netflix was telling me the movie was called A Green Journey, and then the next second the title The Love She Sought was flashing across the screen.  I was about to double-check that I’d clicked the right movie when I saw “based on the novel A Green Journey by Jon Hassler.”

I was torn, because honestly, The Love She Sought gave the movie more of a desperate-creepy-sad vibe, the kind of title I would usually mock.  Right before skimming over it.  But in that split-second decision, it was the trippy-weirdness that kept me from returning to the main menu.  And not more than a few moments later, I found myself completely drawn into story.

…And having LOVED every minute of it, I re-watched it again and again, while waiting for my copy of Jon Hassler’s book to make its way to my mailbox.  Having made its way to said mailbox, I was just a little bit hesitant, hoping that the book would be everything that the movie promised, and afraid that it wouldn’t be.  That Jon Hassler’s written characters might not be as vivid and moving as Angela Lansbury’s staunch and vulnerable Agatha McGee; as Denholm Elliot’s Irish brogue (*sigh*) or his wry and all-to-human James O’Hannon (*sigh*); or even Robert Prosky’s devilish and charming Bishop “Dick” Baker.

Insert extremely satisfied *sigh*

The movie is, in fact, a very faithful adaptation of Jon Hassler’s book.  But as wonderful and heartwarming as I found the movie, the book is that much richer, layered with romance, faith, and endearing characters that made me fall in love with them as much as they did for each other.

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Agatha McGee is a brash and unapologetic no-nonsense spinster.  She’s spent her entire life devoted to her Catholic faith and 46 years teaching her sixth grade students.  To the small town of Staggerford, MN, Miss McGee is as much an institution as St. Isadore’s, where she teaches, and even the Church, itself.  Everyone seems to have put Agatha in a neat little box, expecting her to retire and take up knitting and bingo. 

A new bishop is threatening to close St. Isadore’s school, bringing unsettling Church reforms into her world, just as Agatha is on the brink of retirement.  All her life, Agatha has had her faith in the Catholic Church to keep her company, had its rituals and traditions to guide her.  Can her life be coming apart at the seams, just as it seems to have passed her by?

But Agatha has never been one to fade into the background, and while she may be retiring, she’s not planning to go quietly.  Agatha McGee has a secret.  One that no one would ever suspect.

Agatha McGee is in love.

For five years Agatha McGee has had a pen-pal.  James O’Hannon is a fellow teacher living in Ireland, a bachelor and a kindred spirit, a man as devout in his own faith as Agatha is in hers.  It was their mutual dislike of the new Church reforms that drew them together into correspondence.  But it was a shared longing, a shared void of companionship that they began to fill in each other.  And when Agatha’s retirement gift turns out to be a trip to Ireland, Agatha is ready to abandon a lonely empty future in Minnesota for a future of hope and love in Ireland.  When they finally meet, James and Agatha have the both the shyness and intimacy of an old married couple on their first date.

But James has a secret, too.  Where the Church and Bishop “Dick” Baker and old age could not break Agatha, James O’Hannon leaves her devastated.

Oddly enough, it is Agatha’s nemesis, the bishop, who comes to her rescue—in more ways than one (NO—NOT THAT WAY)—The bishop mends fences between Agatha and James, becoming a dear friend to them both.

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Even after having watched the movie, I couldn’t put the book down.  Jon Hassler’s writing is witty, thoughtful, insightful, and beyond it all, captivating.  A Green Journey is a story as much about people’s faith as it was about romance, but it never comes off preachy.  Instead, the deeper I delved into the story, the more I found myself reflecting on my own beliefs, choices I’ve made, and the turns my own life has taken.  But I have to admit, I was absolutely swept away by the romance of it.  *sigh* James O’Hannon *sigh*

It’s a story that more than stands on its own.  But that doesn’t mean I haven’t been ecstatic to discover that Hassler’s characters and the world of Staggerford, Minnesota carry over into a dozen more books.  Which means its back to waiting by the mailbox, for me!  ;)



(\__/) and p.s. I've been so IN LOVE with this book that I've already reread it...and am rereading it again...right now... *sigh* Agatha and James *sigh*  which means I'm counting it toward my Read Me Baby, 1 More Time challenge.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Ramblings of an Obsessed Book Stalker

[UPDATE:  It came! It came! It CAME! IT CAME! IT CAME! It CAME! IT CAME!  It's HERE!]


I am a book-stalker.  Ok, no big surprise there.  That’s kind of my normal state.  But right now, I am an obsessed-book-stalker.

[read my ramblings at your own risk]

I have books that I’ve been planning to read.  And books that I’ve been meaning to read.  And reviews that I’ve been meaning to write.  And a bed I’ve been meaning to sleep in…


But I just absolutely completely unconditionally obsessively fell in love with the last book I read and I cannot get it out of my head.  Back in September, ready to get my spooky on, I was lining up all scariest stories from my shelves and queuing up Netflix with all those movies I’ve always been too chicken to watch, and here it is, almost Halloween, and I’ve gone and fallen in love with a romance. I blame Angela Lansbury.

Because what better time to watch and rekindle an old affection for Murder She Wrote?

And when Netflix saw that I was watching Murder, She Wrote, (along with EVERY PERRY MASON SPECIAL EVER) it recommended a made-for-tv movie, A Green Journey (which also stars the amazing Angela Lansbury).  And honestly, I passed this movie by a dozen times before my curiosity gave in and forced me to watch it…If only to quench that little voice that told me it could always be worth mocking if it weren’t any good.

I think I expected it to be cheesy or over-the-top, or even preachy…  And possibly a small part of me thought it might even be decent.

Oh, but then it was touching and moving, and smart and romantic, and thoughtful and insightful, and heartbreaking and soul-wrenching.  So I watched it again.

And then I couldn’t stop thinking about it.  So I watched it again.

And I don’t remember when, but I noticed that it was based on a book.

And even though I thought the book might be cheesy, or over-the-top, or preachy; basically everything I had feared the movie might be, I still had to hunt down that book and read it for myself.

Well, I definitely had to hunt for it.  Because the online library didn’t have it, nor the local library, nor did the bookstore have a digital version available for download to my ereader.  And before I pay full-price for anything, I always check the bargain sites.  And when I saw a copy, I snapped it up immediately!—Immediately, except for 3 to 14 days wait for shipping.

Meanwhile I was absolutely salivating over this book.  I even made my sister watch it (though I’m not positive it held the same mesmerizing effect on her).

Finally (the day before my birthday) it arrived.  I was hesitant and trepidatious, worrying that the book might be everything I had feared the movie might be, and hoping that it might be everything that it was.

It was better.  Better than better.  I was completely smitten and in love.

And to my surprise, when I turned the last page, it was one of those books that has an order form for other books.  And to my delight, one of those, Dear Jamesbooks sounded very much like a sequel.


Well, I couldn’t go to sleep not knowing if there was a sequel out there waiting for me.  In an instant, I was up and at the computer.  Checking the online library and the online bookstore, followed by the local library…No digital or local copies available, so back to my discount book site.

But where the first book arrived on the third day, now it’s been about six days.  I check the mailbox twice a day.  I’ve skimmed the book.  Re-watched the movie.  Reread the book.  Skimmed it again.  Re-checked the mailbox.  Rechecked the digital library, the online bookstore, and the local bookstore for copies, in case they’ve suddenly decided to place an order for an almost 20-year-old book within the last week.


They haven’t.

Granted, I’m usually not a patient person when it comes to books.  But I can’t stop thinking about what happened to Agatha and James and what happens next.  I’ve resorted to rereading the cover blurb in the middle of the night, trying to compare the descriptions on goodreads vs. BN.  And have I ever been so ecstatic as when I scrolled down and found an excerpt of the first chapter????

I want to say that I don’t know what it is about this book that is driving me crazy, but honestly, it’s a hundred things and the way this book just unassumingly sucked me in and tugged on my heartstrings.

I could go on forever about it being raw and tender, smart and witty, with lines that I’ve already reread a dozen times just because they felt so good and said it so right.

And I keep looking at the books on my shelves that are waiting for me, but I can’t stop thinking about the one I’m waiting for.

But when my mind is obsessed elsewhere, how can I give any of those other amazing books the attention they deserve (because they ARE amazing and DO deserve my full attention!)???



*sigh*  I shall stop my rambling here, because here seems as good a spot as any.  Maybe I’ll give that “sleep” thing a try, again.  *shakes fist*  Curse you Angela Lansbury and Netflix, why must you afflict me so?!!??!






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Thursday, October 13, 2011

Carrie


Ok, so I’m guessing you all know the story about the girl who’s prom totally sucked, um, what’s her name?—Oh, yeah.  CARRIE.

…which incidentally rhymes with scary.  Coincidence?  Or random?  Not sure, but that Stephen King sure is a crafty guy!

I’m honestly not sure if there’s anything I can say about Stephen King, or about Carrie that hasn’t already been said by a billion other readers…not that I’ll let that stop me.

*pause to fully capture thoughts*

So, I am totally feeling the Halloween vibe, and I figured, what better way to get into the Halloween spirit, than by picking up something by Stephen King, who’s famous for chilling, thrilling, gruesome, and scare-your-pants-off, terrifying stories???  So Stephen King, it is.  Now, I have read Stephen King books before—among my favorites Misery, Green Mile: The Complete Serial Novel, and The Shawshank Redemption.  However, I had never read Carrie, the one that started it all, nor seen the movie.  I know, #bookbloggerfail.  But now seemed like the perfect time to correct that little slight.

I remember years ago, sitting on the plaid, sofa-bed couch in our den, feet tucked under me, ready to open Carrie and see what that Stephen King guy was so popular for.  I opened the book (of course)(which does tend to be the easiest way to read a book—So much harder to read when they’re closed…)  I turned a couple of pages…  But I just didn’t get into it, and I ended up setting it aside.

Now, umpteen years later, I thought, why not give it another go?  Carrie was the first book I’d tried to read by Stephen King, but maybe now that I’ve read and enjoyed some of his other books, it would do for a second glance.  Of course, the copy I’d set aside so long ago, is on a bookshelf somewhere back in WI…and since I don’t have any immediate plans for visiting, or anyone visiting me, I thought the quicker route would be to download a library copy for my nook.  And yes, that did turn out to be a much more expedient alternative!


Also, I did a quick tv search and dvr’d me some Carrie.  If I was going to read the book, may as well watch the movie with it…  And I figured if I could make it through the movie, that would be a plus in favor of the book.  Movie, better than I expected, settled it; I was going to read the book.  But since I’m totally a chicken and a procrastinator, and afraid it might be too scary to read in bed, especially after watching the movie…so I just went to bed.  And then, before I started reading it, I really ought to check my emails…  But there was no more procrastinating when the power went out mid-email.  City-wide power-outage and book about scary telekinetic girl bent on wreaking revenge—Yeah, I can take a hint.

fyi:  not sure if ereaders are the ideal medium for reading books about characters with telekinetic abilities to smite you.  Just sayin’.

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Maybe I shouldn’t have waited so long to read Carrie…but maybe the waiting is what made it so good.

Even after having watched the movie, the book still wasn’t what I expected—And of course, it was better (as books usually are).  While the movie kept very true to the book, it told the story in a much more straightforward manner.  The book, itself, seemed to piece Carrie’s story together through articles, books, and eye witness accounts of how the events unfolded, mixed seamlessly with narration from the character’s points of view as they were happening.

And here’s something other bloggers will understand:  After I began blogging, I noticed that this bloggie-narator-voice started appearing in my head whenever I started reading anything, reminding me of little tid-bits and such that I should remember to add to my post.  But an odd thing happened while I opened Carrie, apparently my inner narrator was as entranced as I was, as we silently made our way through page after page, completely enrapt.

Verdict:  Definitely worth the wait.  Carrie has totally inspired to catch up on the many other King books I’ve neglected.



p.s. Don’t be knocking telekinesis.  That little black-out didn’t end until I was bearing down on the final pages.   Coincidence?  Or extremely determined tbr list?







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