Breaking Bad S2...review and Laura Kinsalle's Flowers from the Storm

1. Still working my way through Breaking Bad episodes, which you can thank or blame my co-worker for convincing me to attempt again. [We had various discussions about quality tv serials, and he managed to convey that Breaking Bad had a flawless structural narrative and character arc that intrigued me. So decided to give it another crack.] AMC is marathoning the series - so all I have to do is DVR it and watch the episodes when I find the time. It's easier now than it was the last time I tried it. Nothing else on to compete with it. And I've nearly burned myself out on romance novels. Last time, I'd nearly burned myself out on violent literary novels and sci-fi. Like all things, this too, depends on my mood.
( mild spoilers for S2 Breaking Bad )

2. Finished Laura Kinsalle's Flowers from the Storm finally, while it is well written in places, it sort of fizzles out in the middle and becomes frustrating to read.

( off the cuff review of Flowers from the Storm )

ETA: I've come to the conclusion that the much-maligned romance genre (including paranormal, sci-fi, YA, historical, contemporary) is well-deserving of the criticism.
Seriously, the purple prose and melodrama in these novels is staggering.

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Staycation almost over...haven't done much. Saw two Broadway shows. Went to see the doc.
Ran around the block two days in a row. Joined Weight Watchers. Read a book. Watched a movie. And watched various episodes of Breaking Bad.

Took a general break from people.

Dread work. It will be stressful, this we know. I'm just hoping no one else dies.

Next week, I'm going to try a writer's workshop - so have sent the week's writing samples to work place. It's about a 20-30 minute walk from my home...so I may try walking it. Might be faster than trying the subway or bus.

I read other's blogs...and I feel like an oddity. I'm not domestic. I don't sew. I cook, but I live alone. I don't own pets. Or plants (tend to kill them (plants) and allergic (pets)). Am a culture junkie. And I find writing what I'm doing each day deathly dull.
Much more interesting to write book and movie reviews. Or ponder things.

On the religion front? I like to live in the moment. I don't know what or who God is. And half the time I believe, half I question. Religion I question all the time. But I don't personalize God really. And people aren't smart enough to be God, limited by their own emotions and narrow perception. Too much about the I and We and Ours...and against the them, you, and theirs...to appreciate the vast scope of the universe. We can't see beyond our own nose, our needs, our desires, our fears, our wants, our values, our prejudices, and our presumptions....yet we are all so arrogant to believe we can and do. You need look no further than our stories to see this is case. Stories like Clybourne Park and Breaking Bad humble me...for they remind me that there's a pattern, I just can't see it.