Category Archives: books
For a couple of years now, I’ve been wanting to read more, and lately, I’ve finally been sitting down and doing it. I probably won’t review every book I read this year, but I really like the books I’ve recently read, so I’m going to talk about them a bit.
The first book I read this year is “Winter” by Marissa Meyer. This is the fourth and final book in the Lunar Chronicles Series, and I loved it. It was a great end to the series, and it really brought everything together. My review below mentions some specific parts of the series, but doesn’t contain any major spoilers. Read the rest of this entry
As an English Major and a lover of books, it might not be surprising that I often prefer the book to the movie version of a story. A lot of times though, I don’t think it’s because the book is better. Sometimes it’s just because I knew the book first. People get upset when the movie changes characters and plotlines, but in reality, it usually isn’t feasible to recreate the book exactly the same. Some things just don’t translate to screen.
Does that mean that people should stop making movies out of awesome books? I don’t think so. One, it wouldn’t happen. Two, a lot of people simply don’t like reading, and it’d be sad for them to miss out on some awesome stories. And three, movies often are a great catalyst for people to read the book. Money and Publicity for authors? Yes, Please.
I like to read the book before I watch the movie. There are a few reasons for this, one, i believe that because the book came first, I should read it first, so I have the same knowledge the movie makers did. Also, if I watch the movie first, I’m to tempted to picture the actors as the characters, and I’d rather see what the author had in mind first. Read the rest of this entry
Goodreads put together an infographic about book abandonment that I found super interesting.
A few months ago I put together a post about all the unfinished books that I have and a goal of finishing them. I haven’t made a lot of headway. For some reason, I haven’t felt like reading that much lately, which isn’t like me. But this weekend I’m reading Life of Pi. I really like what I’ve read so far, but I just need to buckle down and read.
What causes you to put a book down and just not pick it up?
In the midst of war torn Scotland, a baby girl is born to Jacob Douglas and his young wife. The conflict between the English and the Scots breeds trials of loyalty that tarnish the landscape, while Jacob teaches his strong-willed child the skills she will need to face her uncertain future. Behind the veil of war, villains pillage their land, pilfer what is not theirs and do not fear retribution for their deeds. There is none strong enough to make a stand; no one, until Deb Douglas. Keeping her father close to her always, he radiates a courage that motivates her fight for freedom, for love, and for her land. Deb rallies those she meets to join her cause, which frees the secrets from her past that have been buried for many years. While destiny is all-knowing, Deb never backs down and faces it all with the courage of a man and the heart of a Scot!
I’ve always loved to read, as long as I can remember. When I was four years old I would wake up before my parents on Saturday mornings (that stopped as I got older), and get out my Dr. Seuss books and “read” them. I knew some of the words, but mostly I just knew the stories by heart because I made other people read them to me so often. Read the rest of this entry
How do you treat the books you read? Do you keep the pages close together so as not to break the binding? Or instead of bookmarks do you sprawl the book open at the page you’re on. Do you mark your favorite passages? Or are the pages not to be marred?
I have some very good friends who collect books and they have very strong opinions about how books are to be treated. They do not read their signed copies of science fiction. They have copies that look pretty and are in pristine condition, and copies that can be read, which they still are careful with.
I’m not the world’s neatest person. I keep my books in piles throughout my room, and sometimes they fall or get stuffed in a bag and pages get bent. Sometimes there’s water damage or tears. And it’s sad, but as long as I can read the words, I’m happy. Because the magic of reading isn’t in the mass-produced pages.
I love books. Not just reading, but books themselves. I haven’t succumbed and gotten an e-reader yet. I probably will eventually, but it’s not a high priority. Books feel nice, smell nice, and are fun to have around. But it’s the stories within that are the treasure. And no matter how ratty and battle-worn a book is, the story can shine through. That’s the real power of literature.
After all, the bulk of the heart that an author puts into their book is in the writing. Sure, they have input on the cover, maybe even create it themselves. And some authors choose the paper the book uses. But a lot of the printing process is largely impersonal, or at the very least, not unique to the story on the pages.
So whether you wash your hands before opening your favorite tome, or have to squint to read through the greasy chip stains, or slide through the words on a screen, take some time this long weekend to enjoy a story.
So, as promised, I am now going to talk about Shakespeare, Undead. I was pleasantly surprised by this book. The back is not descriptive at all, so I only knew that it involved Shakespeare and Zombies.
It turns out that Shakespeare is a Necromancer/Vampire who falls in love with a Zombie Hunter who has no clue he’s undead. The playwright is haunted by the ghosts of people from his past, who he gets rid of by writing their stories as plays.
There are a lot of cheesy moments, and I wasn’t sure I’d get through the first couple chapters, but I surprisingly became attached to the characters quite quickly. I love the references to Shakespeare’s plays, though some seem a bit too overt. There are also some fun nods to Shakespeare’s influence on contemporary pop culture, referencing the wizard of oz, the sixth sense, and Star Wars.
It is clear that the author took a class on Shakespeare or two. There are plenty of nods to Shakespeare’s association with Christopher Marlowe, the inconsistencies with the educated playwright and the man from Stratford Upon Avon, and even Queen Elizabeth.
This was a fun, lighthearted read with some neat twists, a couple fun sex scenes and enough irreverent humor that Shakespeare would probably approve. I may be becoming a Zombie literature fan. I don’t know what will become of me.
My very good friend Beth who has just moved back into town has an obsession with zombies. She is not only prepared for the Zombie apocalypse; she is looking forward to it. This makes her really easy to get presents for. Zombie Apocalypse survival kits, pretty much any functional item that has been covered in decomposing limbs, no problem.
Since Beth is also obsessed with books, I have made it a point for the past few years to get her books about Zombies. First was the Zombie Haiku Book. Then Zombies vs. Unicorns. The latest is Shakespeare, Undead.
Somewhere between Zombie Haiku and Zombie vs. Unicorns, Beth and I had made a deal. She would finally read Pride and Prejudice (which I enjoy, though I do like the Colin Firth movie better) and I would read Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Both of us kept our convictions about which was better. I did come out with a larger appreciation for zombie stories though, whereas Beth’s opinion of classic literature (yawn) did not change. Read the rest of this entry
So, As I mentioned earlier in the week, I am reading The Princess Bride. Usually I try to refrain from spoilers, but I feel like most of the world has seen the movie, and the part I am going to discuss is almost verbatim from the movie. If you haven’t seen the movie and don’t want spoilers, then you should stop reading and come back tomorrow.
I made the mistake the other night of saying “oh just one more chapter” about half an hour before I really needed to go to sleep (I have to be up for work at 6 on weekdays). So of course I said that at the longest chapter, where Buttercup is kidnapped, and Wesley faces three foes to reach her, and then they run through the fire swamp. the chapter is one hundred and twenty pages in my copy. So I did not finish it. Read the rest of this entry
I have just started reading The Princess Bride. I have heard a lot of negative and positive reviews, but never read the book. I know it apparently takes a while to get to the point sometimes, but I hope that adds to the humor.
So I got the 30th anniversary edition, and I am reading the introduction. It is hilarious. The author spins these marvelous stories about the history of the novel and his family life. And they’re all fake.
His introduction is just another drawn out story for the readers.
I love it.
It gives us this rich history, and puts the book into all sorts of fake contexts, and I think it’s really clever. And that made me think about the line between fiction and nonfiction. I love studying memoirs, but quite a few come under fire for holding falsities.
If the core of the novel is truth, then do the stories and specifics behind that truth need to be exact? Sometimes we learn more from fiction, right? It’s framed just right, and any leftover confusing aspects can be left out.
Anyway, that is enough rambling for now. Have a great Monday everyone!