- first:
- I’m seriously astonished that I didn’t just stop reading the entire book after this horrid tale of an unmerited sexual encounter. Aside from the fact that the story was disgusting, the writing itself sucked in my opinion. I admit I’m not a huge fan of the over use of adjectives. Adjectives were created to boost one’s imagination and understanding of a description. Not to create space and confuse the reader. There is absolutely no sense in the need to take four pages describing the trees (that was my chief complaint regarding My Side of the Mountain) or anything else so obvious for that matter. In fact, imaginations can be stifled by this descriptive process. Which in essence is the exact opposite of my purpose in reading (to exercise my imagination a bit!)
- Getting back to the story. I keep wanting to say "gratuitous sex", but it’s not even that. It’s a gross encounter between two confusing characters. All in about five pages. Definitely skippable!
- I’m seriously astonished that I didn’t just stop reading the entire book after this horrid tale of an unmerited sexual encounter. Aside from the fact that the story was disgusting, the writing itself sucked in my opinion. I admit I’m not a huge fan of the over use of adjectives. Adjectives were created to boost one’s imagination and understanding of a description. Not to create space and confuse the reader. There is absolutely no sense in the need to take four pages describing the trees (that was my chief complaint regarding My Side of the Mountain) or anything else so obvious for that matter. In fact, imaginations can be stifled by this descriptive process. Which in essence is the exact opposite of my purpose in reading (to exercise my imagination a bit!)
- second:
- This is where I admittedly should have jumped off of my couch, thrown the book to the floor, and jumped up and down on it, casting out the devil and any other demons lingering inside it. That would have been fun, and invigorating (definitely better than the story I was reading). Instead I, again, convinced myself that these first few were just an exception to the great works I was about to come across as I kept reading (she must be saving the best for last!).
- To put it bluntly, as this chapter did so often, the story is morbid. A horrific tale of a boy infatuated with a gun, who somehow ends up with a transvestite, and it just gets worse from there. To make an awful story short, they both end up dead. The author depicts this in gory, graphic detail that I could have lived without. I ask myself, how did you get from chicken soup to this crud!?
- This is where I admittedly should have jumped off of my couch, thrown the book to the floor, and jumped up and down on it, casting out the devil and any other demons lingering inside it. That would have been fun, and invigorating (definitely better than the story I was reading). Instead I, again, convinced myself that these first few were just an exception to the great works I was about to come across as I kept reading (she must be saving the best for last!).
- third:
- Moving right along, finally something seemingly normal. A guy who still can’t get over a girl he’d been with for five years. She writes a book, gives him no credit. Then (oh no, not again!) the story takes a downward spiral, a dive into black morbidity. My brain screams at me, ‘Stop the insanity!’
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