Special Topics in Procrastination.
Well, I’m not technically procrastinating at the moment. I’m waiting patiently for a phone call, then I am going home. But because I don’t want to actually start anything new that I can’t walk off on unfinished, here I am.
Now, I’ve just realised I haven’t posted about what I’ve been reading since the end of January – suffice to say I actually *have* been reading, but I’ve also been demolishing and rebuilding and packing and unpacking the most hideous kitchen in the world and discovering that if one packs two rooms into one room utilising the OMFG I just need to get all the things out of here and where can I just shove this thing, one also discovers that it takes one a bloody long time to find anything and put things back where they belong. Also, one also discovers that while one has the same real estate on paper as one had previously, but it’s arranged in a slightly different fashion – one has to reassess one’s love for amazing Italian ceramic platters and serving bowls (and discover that the local op shop ladies actually share your love of said amazing Italian ceramics and I’m 99.98% certain that both platter and bowls didn’t make it onto the shelf!)
I did in fact finish Special Topics in Calamity Physics. And it was pretty good in the end.
I discovered this book through a blog called Raging Biblioholism, which is pretty good. The author of the blog reads a LOT, and I have to say I enjoy his taste, and he’s lead me onto a lot of stuff I wouldn’t normally pick up. (Keep up the good works!) But back to Special Topics – The first half was a bit of a trudge – well written and interesting enough to keep going, but a bit of a trudge all the same. Then all of a sudden, things started to happen and the story turned into the crime story it promised to be from the start, it lost its resembleance to A Secret History and whipped along at a cracking pace. There were bits where I’d worked out what was going on, but it was more of an “ah ha! I knew it!” rather than “I told you that would happen – bo-ring” and as long as I reminded myself that the book was a) written from the perspective of a teenaged girl (haven’t met anyone more self-obsessed and angsty than an average teenage girl) and b) written by a Young Person whenever it got a little bit O. Rly? (which it did from time to time), that was ok. The story improved when Blue broke away in search of the answers to her questions (some of which she found – can’t go much further because. Spoilers, sweetie.)
The ending was daft, but the endings of crime stories often are. This also wasn’t a traditional crime story, in that there was a murder followed by the protagonist working out who it was wot dunnit and PC Plodd making sure that thems wot dunnit got their comeuppance. It was about a suicide (this is made clear in the first couple of pages, so no spoilers there) and the why and the what was involved, as well as the interactions (or otherwise) between a father and his daughter when both parties are completely self-obsessed and contained in their own little worlds. In the end, I definitely enjoyed it and I’ve recommended it to a couple of other people whom I know don’t mind a slow start to their books. I sort of knew what to expect re the pretentiousness of the main character – however, she’s a teenage girl. I used to be one a long time ago, and recently rediscovered my journals from when I was 16 through 18. Teenaged girls *are* pretentious. They probably always have been and possibly always will be pretentious little gits.
This is relatively short and sweet (actually, I thought of other things to say after the aforementioned phone call, so I’ve banged on more than I thought!), but hey, also read another book which needs to have its own post due to me attempting to use this medium to track how much I’ve read this year. It appears the grand total is umm four books. And 2/3 of book five. In three months. At this rate, I will barely manage twenty books… This time last year, I’d headed off on an internet-free road trip. Before we left, I made myself a reading list of ten books to read over the almost three weeks we were away. Because we were driving for 5-6 hours a day, then stopping for the rest of the evening and I wasn’t being side tracked by the interwebs and playing endless games of Candy Crush, I had a lot more time for reading. I didn’t actually read all of the ten books I set for myself – I did read eight of them though, and another one that wasn’t on the list, and half of another one again.
It was a pretty good feeling when I got back that I’d managed to read that much; and I think having that solid period of reading, I didn’t fall into the trap of playing stupid games on the interwebs and going to bed ridiculously late instead of going to bed at a civilised time and reading (I also vaguely recall lolling about on the couch and reading over winter as well). When I consider how much time I waste on crap like bloody Candy Crush and all the other sagas, when I could be enjoying a bloody good book – I think I need to give myself a jolly good talking to! Sir Reg is working this weekend, and Chaos and Mayhem have been muttering about going to their mate’s place… I think it’s time for a personal challenge this weekend.
1. Finish the book I am reading
2. Blog about The Shining Girls and #3 of the Codex Alera
3. Download some more stuff onto the e-reader
4. Start Allegiant so that I’ve finished it before Chaos gets through the first two books in the series. This is an actual book rather than an e-book, because I prefer Chaos to get his thrills reading paper! Time enough for electronica when he’s older.
So that’s it from me. Hopefully I will manage the above list. Phone call is complete, and now I have to go home to dinner.