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shadowkatI'm enjoying the hell out of this four day weekend and all I've really been doing is reading for pleasure. Pure unadulterated guilty pleasure reading. Ripped through two books in two days. Now on my third. Haven't done that since maybe the Jim Butcher novel. Granted they were fairly short books and easy reads. But fun, fluffy, and sexy. No violence. No death. No rape...seduction yes, BSDM definitely, but not "rape". (ie. rough consensual sex.) The Kindle is wonderful - did you know that you can buy books between 0$ and $3.99 in the romance/erotica/chickflick genre? I don't how these people are making any money. I used to rob my mother's and Granny's bookshelves for these items, or the corner used book store. Now - I can stay comfy in my flat, search for them on Amazon, read excerpts and reviews, then wham, buy them on the Kindle. It's quite delightful. Plus you don't have to deal with the embarrassment of people seeing you read the things.
(Although why I am embarrassed, I've no idea. As Nora Roberts recently stated - we shouldn't condemn ourselves or each other for "reading for pure pleasure". I read a lot of tech stuff for work (read the equivalent of ten books on railroad switches and station design in the last two months - to say they are sleep inducing would be an understatement, but hey cool pictures), also, ex-English Lit Major here, not like I haven't read and analyzed the classics. Carl Sagan once said that there are a 100-200 books you should read before you die. I disagree. In part, because it's been my experience that most people lose 85% of their memory by the time they die and don't remember half the stuff they've read anyhow, so who cares? I think Neil Gaiman is right - you should love what you are reading whether it be Twilight or Lord of the Rings or The Mayor of Casterbridge or Candide or Crime and Punishment...screw what everyone else thinks. One doesn't read to impress after all (okay maybe some people do?), one reads for love. I try to find the love in all that I do, otherwise...life is just hard. For me? Books, specifically fiction, have always been my first love. I love them more than anything else in the world. Books and writing. I could give up everything else - just not those two things. There's no greater pleasure in the world - no bigger stress reliever - than losing oneself completely in a book, laughing with it, and reading til the wee hours. The only thing better? Losing yourself in something you are writing yourself...that story you are telling yourself with words typed or handwritten, fingers not moving as fast as your mind.)
Any romance genre fans out there? Do you want reviews? I'm reading erotica, chick-flick, sweet romance, and BSDM. Sort of everything including the kitchen sink. On a bit of a binge at the moment - no clue how long it will last, anywhere from four days to a year. Some people go on drunken binges, or clothes/electronics binges - me? I go on cultural binges. And.. This - my friends is what happens after three months of plodding through the gritty war torn world of George RR Martin's Song of Ice and Fire Series, not helped by a series of other, equally violent fantasy novels read prior to it. I think I may read the comic novel How I Became A Famous Novelist by Steve Hely which I picked up off the street, next. Been saving it for after Feast of Crows but I needed to take a break from Feast for a bit. I was getting depressed.
Did watch two Harry Potter films - the first two, before things got all dark and bleak. Am considering a rewatch of A&E's Pride & Prejudice which I haven't seen in 10 years. Either that or West Side Story. Also watched part of the Woody Allen doc on American Masters (which was fascinating...they had to drag poor painfully shy Allen into being a stand-up comic and performer kicking and screaming, he used to throwup before his gigs and really only saw himself as a joke writer.).
Oh and made another pumpkin pie - which turned out far better than the first attempt, it's not lopsided and the custard didn't fall. Yes, the other one tasted fine, excellent even. But I think this one may be better.
(Although why I am embarrassed, I've no idea. As Nora Roberts recently stated - we shouldn't condemn ourselves or each other for "reading for pure pleasure". I read a lot of tech stuff for work (read the equivalent of ten books on railroad switches and station design in the last two months - to say they are sleep inducing would be an understatement, but hey cool pictures), also, ex-English Lit Major here, not like I haven't read and analyzed the classics. Carl Sagan once said that there are a 100-200 books you should read before you die. I disagree. In part, because it's been my experience that most people lose 85% of their memory by the time they die and don't remember half the stuff they've read anyhow, so who cares? I think Neil Gaiman is right - you should love what you are reading whether it be Twilight or Lord of the Rings or The Mayor of Casterbridge or Candide or Crime and Punishment...screw what everyone else thinks. One doesn't read to impress after all (okay maybe some people do?), one reads for love. I try to find the love in all that I do, otherwise...life is just hard. For me? Books, specifically fiction, have always been my first love. I love them more than anything else in the world. Books and writing. I could give up everything else - just not those two things. There's no greater pleasure in the world - no bigger stress reliever - than losing oneself completely in a book, laughing with it, and reading til the wee hours. The only thing better? Losing yourself in something you are writing yourself...that story you are telling yourself with words typed or handwritten, fingers not moving as fast as your mind.)
Any romance genre fans out there? Do you want reviews? I'm reading erotica, chick-flick, sweet romance, and BSDM. Sort of everything including the kitchen sink. On a bit of a binge at the moment - no clue how long it will last, anywhere from four days to a year. Some people go on drunken binges, or clothes/electronics binges - me? I go on cultural binges. And.. This - my friends is what happens after three months of plodding through the gritty war torn world of George RR Martin's Song of Ice and Fire Series, not helped by a series of other, equally violent fantasy novels read prior to it. I think I may read the comic novel How I Became A Famous Novelist by Steve Hely which I picked up off the street, next. Been saving it for after Feast of Crows but I needed to take a break from Feast for a bit. I was getting depressed.
Did watch two Harry Potter films - the first two, before things got all dark and bleak. Am considering a rewatch of A&E's Pride & Prejudice which I haven't seen in 10 years. Either that or West Side Story. Also watched part of the Woody Allen doc on American Masters (which was fascinating...they had to drag poor painfully shy Allen into being a stand-up comic and performer kicking and screaming, he used to throwup before his gigs and really only saw himself as a joke writer.).
Oh and made another pumpkin pie - which turned out far better than the first attempt, it's not lopsided and the custard didn't fall. Yes, the other one tasted fine, excellent even. But I think this one may be better.
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Date: 2011-11-27 02:56 pm (UTC)So far no cliches. Granted I haven't read this stuff in a while, but they aren't cliche or really all that predictable. Well the endings are...sort of, I mean part of the appeal of this genre is you know they will end up together or be happy in some way, whether they should or not end up together and its happy (as in the weird one I read last night) is quite another matter. ;-)
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Date: 2011-11-27 11:12 pm (UTC)I actually deleted this one from my Kindle after I read it. Let's just say it makes Kathleen Woodwiss and Rosemary Rodgers look like a walk in a park in comparison and leave it at that, shall we? Very odd book. Felt like a frigging horror novel. At the end of it, I was thinking - stupid heroine, yes, I get that the orgasms can be awesome at times and I guess it's a turn on to have a guy lust after you that badly (he makes Spike look positively sane in comparison), but seriously why haven't you run from this jealous bastard? And I mean run - as in for your life and your sanity. (And no this isn't a fantasy or supernatural romance, it's modern day contemporary erotica. Erotica tends to be fairly short - no more than 50 pages at most. )
Weirdly...of the three trashy romances I've read? It has the least typos. LOL! (That's what you get reading 0 -.99 cent books off of Amazon.