Angie may NOT read this blog until finishing Twilight…and then the rest of the series. Which I promise won’t take more than a week, if you’d just for the love of all that’s holy GET STARTED already. There are spoilers in this blog, and you may not know them yet. Dog ear this one, and come back to it. No cheating!]
I’m a pretty good reader. I’m admittedly not as well read as my husband, and no where near as diversified either. I think we’ve discussed before, how normally he has roughly 5 books on his night stand. And he can read them all at the same time (not in the exact same minutes, but you know what I mean) - which I most certainly cannot. And they’re also all on different topics….one will be history, one will be an autobiography, one will be an odd Star Wars drama kind of thing, one will be learning new poker strategies, and one for politics.
If I start a book, that’s the only book I can read until I’m finished. Which is wholly sad given my rate of reading. And I can almost guarantee, that one book, will NEVER be a Star Wars drama!!
And it’s WILDLY rare that I ever re-read a book. What’s the point?? You already know what’s going to happen. I find myself getting bored and skimming past all the words. And if you’re just going to skim past…WTH??? It’s like putting in a movie you’ve seen and just watching the whole thing on FF>>. That’s 8 ways retarded. (Which says a lot for the Twilight series, since I’m finishing up my 2nd time through, and eagerly look forward to starting again…though I’m pretty sure I’m skipping book 2 this time. **SPOILER ALERT-ish** It rips my heart out and makes me cry every time, and then there’s a lot of Jacob – which holds no interest for me, I feel all of Bella’s pain, for the small glorious return of Alice when the world merges back on the freeway of being right again for the last 1/8th of the book.) Wow – That was a sizable parenthsis addition.
This blog really has nothing to do with anything I’ve discussed thus far. Well, mostly not. That could very easily have been my most blatant digression to date. Books are the topic here, so it’s mildly related I guess. It’s not like we’re going on to evaluate the different cooking levels of a steak.
So what’s the point? Indeed, we should probably get on with it.
There are several book series that I have going. Much to my chagrin, they seem to be coming out at the rate of about 1 a year. Harry Potter is finished, Twilight is kinda finished (I believe in Stephenie, and that she will be able to return to finish Midnight Sun for Edward). I’m still in the middle of the Ranger’s Apprentice series – the next of which will come out in Nov., and the Eragon series. Brisinger is the next of the Eragon books, and it came out last week. Craig of course breezed right through it. Which means I left poor Bella on the morning of her wedding, to start Brisinger tonight.
Now, it’s not like I went to Oxford (like some people I know), or that I was raised in any horribly prestigious environment, but my range of vocabulary is decent. I know a couple of big words. But Brisinger, while part of a great series I would most definitely recommend to all of ya’ll (ok, so I use some less big words too….”range” – I said range of vocabulary), has me feeling a wee bit inadequate.
I’ve come up on 5 words – SO FAR – that I’ve not encountered before. I had to ask my much more intelligent, more sophisticated reader of a husband what they meant. He of course knew them all…it’s the story of my life.
Here’s my list of words (which I share with you knowing you’re probably all going to think…dear lord, what ROCK does she live under…but here they are anyway) :
1) Dolorous
2) Novitiates
3) Preternaturally
4) Triumvirate
5) Litter (NOT like when there are puppies…but the thingy you carry people on)
The author of these books started the series after he graduated high school at age 15…yeah, one of THOSE kinds of freaky geniuses. So his writing skills become more polished and refined with each book, which is kinda cool to see. But this one feels kinda like that episode of Friends, where Joey is trying to write a letter of recommendation for Monica and Chandler for the adoption agency, and used a thesaurus for each word in his letter….and comedy, as you can imagine, ensues.
But here’s the kicker. The reason this book – with it’s fancy-I’ve-never-seen-them-before-words, has my eyebrows all crinkly with concern :
I’m on page 3.
(Insert quiet prayers of support for Dottie here.)
