Here, while we are all veterans of bookish memes, and Frost the massive project of preparing 100 BOOKS TO APPEAR FIGH (upper case has it him and put him to put me well , because the project is big for real), I get to the surface a few thoughts on books I've read, but especially those not, with all the goodwill, there arrived at the bottom.
Here, Captain periods - to me, to you, to everyone - not even guess a book to get them in the cart type refrigerated yogurt. This year - okay, last year now - I laid eyes on maps of my dreams of Reif Larsen , for graphic design (it is accompanied by drawings and maps "drawn by the hero) and I was fascinated by bad ideas, then with the recommendation of Stephen King: "The books are a great gift for readers who are lucky enough to find them. This book is a tremendous gift ", I was convinced - more infatuated in advance - it was the right book.
Well, then I started and I must say ... nice, eh! Yes, but anyway ... I say, everything is fine, but too many flashbacks , reasoning in the form of conditional or almost memories and flights of fancy (even Pindar could say "What do you flying to?") to get (or not) to the point. To say, I stopped at page 44 and everything that has happened since is the protagonist who was to peel off cobs with his sister until his mother called him at home not to answer the phone. That's all. Yes, in an ear and a "Hello?" On the phone, the trial was told the story of her family, weaving together stories about the cowboy father, mother entomologist's sister preteen etc., but the pace is not support it so well (although the story, I admit, is original and intriguing), in fact without even realizing it, I gave up there to go ahead with another, and only a few days ago m'è thought of it still pending there. Well, now I have no desire to resume in hand, then we'll see.
Another hole in the water was Manituana the collective Wu Ming , which to me - I know - bad luck, because in its previous incarnation Luther Blissett I tried to read Q , but even there I contract (mostly capitulated m'è head from boredom, falling forward with a hint of bauscina semi-coma). I have not read much of them, and then maybe wrong, but what went wrong between me and their books is that sense of well-designed homework, in-depth research done at home by first class, all infused in a book that also suffers from the syndrome of the test as soon as fictional. See, I did not digest that stuff. Either I write a novel with a setting credible or give me an essay packed tidbits of information, groped to get them together is like pairing a cat with a parrot, and I like both - separately - but I doubt it could be something better pappagatto a verbose and annoying, as indeed is IMHO what they have produced Wu Ming, Luther Blissett or However will be named tomorrow morning. Even
Sweeney Todd, I must say ... the beast, what a bore! In this case, however, the fault may be the period in which it was written, and then the annoying stupidity of female protagonists is perhaps attributable to the author's misogyny Anonymous . The fact remains that it is still there, in vain waiting to be picked up. Well, Sweeney, put a lid on it. I have placed on you.
So this is my podium Books interrupted for the year just past. What I wonder is: you also have banged my nose on a rock paperback or hardcover? I'd like to know what are the titles on your platform and why you are disappointed, maybe you are comparing those who love it and I did lengthen the eyelids, or vice versa. I mean, give me a bunch of your affairs. Come on, surely that in 2010 (or even this month) have closed at least a book with the same satisfaction with which he slams the door on a pain in the ass, you just have to name names.
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