The Last Book I Read
The last book I read that made me...
...laugh out loud was Bloodsucking Fiends by Christopher Moore. The man is a genius.
...cry was...well, it wasn't a book, it was a series of books: The Casteel Series (but I've always called them The Heaven Series) by VC Andrews.
...stop before I finished it was The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova. It was an excellent book, with rich description and an intriguing plot...but after umpteen times of her father saying something along the lines of, "But that's a story for another time." I lost interest. I don't think the ends of chapters should be predictable or repetitive. Ms. Kostova is clearly talented. It just didn't work for me.
...forget I was supposed to be doing something other than reading was The Stand by Stephen King. He should be obtaining deity status any day now.
...ticked me off to the point I threw it across the room was False Memory by Dean Koontz. Not because of the subject matter. I'm really open to all sorts of dark things--I love running the full gambit of emotions. But the book left me feeling cheated. At the point where I was starting to like the bad guy (he was a twisted doc, yes, but he had his charms), it was as if Mr. Koontz saw that he was likeable, so he did something unforgivable--he cheated. He did something so unlike the deliciously evil doctor would have done, in order to force the reader into the emotion he'd been intending. Lesson #456: Don't screw with your readers.
What about you, minions?
...laugh out loud was Bloodsucking Fiends by Christopher Moore. The man is a genius.
...cry was...well, it wasn't a book, it was a series of books: The Casteel Series (but I've always called them The Heaven Series) by VC Andrews.
...stop before I finished it was The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova. It was an excellent book, with rich description and an intriguing plot...but after umpteen times of her father saying something along the lines of, "But that's a story for another time." I lost interest. I don't think the ends of chapters should be predictable or repetitive. Ms. Kostova is clearly talented. It just didn't work for me.
...forget I was supposed to be doing something other than reading was The Stand by Stephen King. He should be obtaining deity status any day now.
...ticked me off to the point I threw it across the room was False Memory by Dean Koontz. Not because of the subject matter. I'm really open to all sorts of dark things--I love running the full gambit of emotions. But the book left me feeling cheated. At the point where I was starting to like the bad guy (he was a twisted doc, yes, but he had his charms), it was as if Mr. Koontz saw that he was likeable, so he did something unforgivable--he cheated. He did something so unlike the deliciously evil doctor would have done, in order to force the reader into the emotion he'd been intending. Lesson #456: Don't screw with your readers.
What about you, minions?
posted by Heather Brewer at 6:28 AM
2 Comments:
FYI, V.C. Andrews is dead. She died in the mid 1980's. Her story really bugs me. Her estate (no immediate family) hired a ghost writer and all books since then were penned by him.
I know. But if I'm not mistaken she wrote Heaven before she died.(Could be totally wrong here, of course) Totally agree with you on the ghostwriting--never really understood the need to profit from a dead woman's name.
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