goingnowherefast

talk about a busy and sleepless few days. friday and saturday I spent at the gig harbor Relay For Life. I finished the queen betsy series. I was 3 pages from the end of undead and unpopular when I lost my light source. (i guess since it was midnight they decided to dim the lights so people could sleep and the luminaria lit the track.) we left a blow up mattress in the back of my mom’s burb so I read my 3 pages in the car before curling up to rest. I woke up shortly after 3. Not sure how or why, but I was wide away. since it was still to dark to read I walked the track with my ipod. I don’t remember the last time I’ve watched a sunrise. it was awesome. I just walked and walked and felt so…i don’t know. by 6 the thing that finally stopped me were the blistered forming on my heels. ouch. so I rested and started undead and uneasy. I ate my weight in pancakes and walked more. I finished the second half of my book after I returned home. then I started annette blairs Gone With A Witch, which I just finished. Now I’m working on Melissa Marr’s Ink Exchange.
I read her first book Wicked Lovely a few months ago. I really like the sudoseries but Marr is hard to read. At the risk of sounding rude, she’s a great story teller but not a great writer. her stories are difficult to get into. they aren’t coherent. that’s the risk with paranormal and science fiction. if you create a new world you can’t expect your reader to just jump in without a little lead in. its like starting a movie in the middle. with Wicked Lovely by the time I had a grasp of who’s who the plot completely threw me off. certainly wouldn’t recommend that book, but I believe in second chances. Marr’s stories have so much potential, maybe second times a charm? ill be sure to let you know. another day, another book

edit: Finished Ink Exchange and was less disappointed but not quite at a “love.” Since I spent the 300 odd pages of Wicked Lovely figuring out the who’s who it wasn’t so bad this time. In all the writing was even better. Still…something bothered me. It had all the makings of a good story, so why do Marr’s tales bother me so. I’ve narrowed it to two possibilities. first, she breaks the rules. not that theirs anything wrong with that but she doesnt do it well. Normal book plot, character building, crisis/problem created, shit meet fan, and then happily ever after. ok, maybe its not quite that neat but you get my drift. Marr’s books go more…introduce characters but make very vague references to who they actually are and why they are revelant to story, crisis/problem, shit meet fan, introduce more characters, introduce more crisis/problems, establish unbelievable love triangles (ill get back to that one), shit meet fan…again, spend 100 pages of wtf, resolve nothing and leaving reading feeling incomplete and confused. yeah… so second possibility. Unbelieveable love triangles. you can have your cake and eat it too. marr laughs at this and says, “watch me” Not only am i unconvinced to anything im confused. Wicked Lovely she get both guys and its weird. Ink Exchange she gets no one and its weird. I’m not giving up. like i said. soooooo much potential. this one had it for a while. this shit met fan and met fan and met fan….and everything was very unresolved.

On a personal note, my brother of eighteen years (who ive shared a bathroom with for most of that) learned my first name today. At first it was one of those…youre kidding right? moments…but he was serious. and blames me going by my middle name as an attempt to confuse him. like its hard. So here’s how this discovery was made. When I moved to Washington about a year and a half ago I started going by my first name. I had always gone by a shortened form of my middle name growing up. So we’re at Relay and one of the ladies asked my brother “what’s your sisters name again?” and he had to stop and think….”what is she calling herself these days” as if i made up a name. which he thought i did. So I tell him, no thats my actual name. You would think my initials on the backpack he’s borrowed or when they called my name at my high school graduation that he would have caught on. no. not my little brother. And my mother wonders why i dont have a better relationship with my brother, well mom, might help if he knew my name. I’m going to get some sleep. Class tomorrow. Meanwhile, I’m finishing Kat Richardson’s Poltergeist.

Trackback URI | Comments RSS