My Reading Room: July 2008 Archives

Last night I finished reading Twilight for the first time at the recommendation of my friend, Sheila.  I'm willing to bet that if you're into this type of book, then you've probably already read it and are thinking something along the lines of "Duh!  Where have you been?"  I don't know.  But I've caught up with you now.

I love this book.

I truly couldn't put it down.  I even skipped work yesterday (since I don't have to go in every day) to finish it.  And the moment I finished it, I ordered the second one, New Moon.  Then I started pacing, because I wanted to keep reading immediately.  In fact, I came very close to re-reading Twilight right then and there to, you know, pick up on nuances I might have missed the first time.  So far, though, I've managed to restrain myself.

I've found myself wondering just what it is about vampires that we find so seductive?  I suspect that, like horses, love of vampires is more of a girl thing.  Or am I wrong?  But why are vampires such erotic beings?  What is it about them that some make you want to walk forward and offer your throat to their fatal kiss?  That's giving yourself in the truest sense; there's no going back.  Would you walk up to a mountain lion, bare your neck and say "Take me now!"

Probably not.

They're both predators, and it's tantamount to the same thing.  Of course, vampires appear human, and that makes a huge difference.  Unless you've got a thing for mountain lions, in which case I guess it's a toss up.

I don't know why vampires are such seductive creatures, but when I read something like Twilight, I know that I am not immune to their power to charm.

We've had a lot of nasty storms this summer, and yesterday's was pretty spectacular.  Around 3 PM, a limb came down and toppled a utility pole; there went power, cable, phone.

We weren't too worried about it.  We figured that the power would return after a couple of hours.  I decided to take advantage of the situation by taking a nap.  I don't know why, but I couldn't keep my eyes open.  So back to bed I went, despite the pounding rain, crash of lightning connecting with the ground, and the ominous thunder overhead.  While I'm sure there were people huddled in fear in their homes, I was out like a light.  Which, given the fact that the lights were out anyway, seems appropriate in retrospect.

When I got up around 6 PM, the power was still out.  I read until it got dark, and Randy ran errands.  Only our stretch of road had been affected, so he was able to run into town to pick up some dinner and supplies.  We have a couple of old-fashioned oil lamps, and used those for the most part.  We dug out the cards and played Go Fish, Crazy Eights and Cribbage.  I haven't played cribbage since I was 6 or 7, and I couldn't remember it at all, but Randy patiently taught me and we had a good time.  With the power out, we were forced to interact beyond television comments and dinner conversation.  As it turns out, we still like each other even when we have to pay attention to one another, so that's good.

Randy finally went to bed and I went back to reading by oil lamp and flashlight.  I was finishing up In the Woods by Tana French.  It was a pretty good book for the first 2/3 of it, a real page turner.  It used a lot of foreshadowing, a literary device I don't care for, but I was willing to overlook it.  Then, during that last 1/3 of the book, it went south.  There were 2 mysteries, intertwined and possibly related.  The story is told in 1st person, and when the killer is caught, the narrator informs the reader (me) that I didn't see it coming, that he had given me all the information I needed, and it's my own fault that I couldn't figure out whodunnit.

Guess what pal?  I had it figured out the moment that character was introduced, which is more than I can say for you!

Now I'm arguing with a fictional character.  Great. 

The 2nd mystery was the one I was interested in to the end, and it's the one the author chose to leave unsolved.  I suspect she didn't really know how to wrap it up, so she didn't.

All in all the book was alright; I'm not sorry I read it even though the narrator turned into a jerk in the end.  But it was an Edgar award winner which received rave reviews as a psychological thriller that will baffle the reader until the end.

Which is baffling, because I wasn't baffled.

As I was saying, I'm not sorry I read it.  A lot of it was quite good.  I'm not sure whether I'll read the sequel, The Likeness, however.  It follows up with the more likable characters from the first, so I may give it a try.  If I don't like it, though, I'm done with this author no matter how many raves she gets.

Anyway, I finished the book and went to bed.  The power came on a little after 9 AM, but cable (and therefore my internet connection) wasn't restored until a few minutes ago.  I can do without tv, and I can even do without being online these days, as long as it's my choice.  The fact that I was being denied against my will, though, chafed. 

Now that it's my choice again, I can go back to reading.  *G* 

I read according to moods, and lately it's been mysteries.  Everything from the coziest of cozies to psychological thrillers that keep you on the edge of your seat (or so they promise), I've been losing myself in them.

I like mysteries.  I like the challenge of trying to figure out whodunit.  This holds true for real life as well as fiction.  Who hasn't tried to figure out the true identity of Jack the Ripper?  Or wondered what happened to Amelia Earhart?  Has anyone figured out yet how the car keys wind up in the 'fridge instead of your purse?

What mystery would you really like to solve?  Do you have any theories?

Personally, I think Colonel Mustard did it in the spaceship with a skateboard.

But what did he do?

*G*