Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Right Out of Your Hands

This was the second book I read after I decided to give fiction another chance. It's not that I dislike fiction, it's that I grew bored with it.


This book, The Monsters of Templeton,

starts with a college girl who runs back home to mommy when she, college girl, finds herself pregnant.

As college girl arrives home, a huge monster is found dead in the town's lake.

That's one monster. The other Monster implied in the title is that this girl has been lied to by her mother. White lies. It turns out that college girl's father lives in town. Her mother refuses to tell her who said father is, making college girl use her archeological research skills to find this man.

Templeton, the fictional town in which college girl resides, holds secrets. Secrets held in plain sight at the town's library. Eh. College girl visits the library often. Using clues given by her mother, college girl is intent on finding the identity of her father. Blah, blah, blah.

In order to reach the end of this book, you must read the journal entries and personal letters of long-dead fictional characters. Everything pieces itself together nicely. Assuming you are into that kind of thing.

I wish there were more monsters. Monsters living in the lake, taking tourist swimmers under at noon on Sundays. Monsters climbing out from under coffee huts, spraying folks with scalding coffee like mucus which later turns to fatal eye cancer. Monsters forming in the residents intestines after consuming baloney mayonnaise sandwiches with diet cola. These intestinal monsters would then burst from the esophagus of their victims and...

I don't know. I just wanted more monsters.

I finished this book feeling very disappointed. Disappointed in myself. I should have given up when I first felt the need to.



Paperback: 384 pages
Publisher: Voice; Reprint edition (November 4, 2008)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 140134092X
ISBN-13: 978-1401340926
Product Dimensions: 7.9 x 5.2 x 1.3 inches
Shipping Weight: 4 ounces

Monday, November 17, 2008

The Ring and Spiral - Koji Suzuki

I remember seeing the movie in the theater. Slightly creeped by the girl with the long hair in her face. Of course, the novel is different than the movie. As I was beginning this book, I was contemplating the fact that it is part of a trilogy. Do I really want to spend my time reading extensions of what I have already finished? Turns out I do. Well, I did. I am not so sure of the third book in the trilogy. I don't have it yet. The first two, Ring and Spiral were interesting enough to keep me going. Not once did I throw either book at the wall in anger. Much different than the movies. Thinking about it now, after reading the books, the movies sucked. Both Ring and Ringu. Evolution is the key. I was reminded of the intellectual madness that can come with Tuberculosis.

I read these books in the comfort of my own home. Under comforters filled with down. Warm and slightly nervous. More than once, I made sure that no part of myself was over the edge of the bed. These books seem to have brought back a child like fear. Reminding myself of nights of terror where I would curl into the fetal position with my quilts covering every inch of my tiny body. Forming a hole in the blankets so I could still breathe the cool air. These books made me do that again.

The Ring

Paperback: 288 pages
Publisher: Vertical (April 25, 2004)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1932234411
ISBN-13: 978-1932234411
Product Dimensions: 7.9 x 5.3 x 0.8 inches
Shipping Weight: 11.8 ounces

Spiral
Paperback: 283 pages
Publisher: Vertical (August 1, 2005)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1932234160
ISBN-13: 978-1932234169
Product Dimensions: 7.9 x 5.2 x 0.9 inches
Shipping Weight: 1 pounds

Saturday, November 15, 2008

boring boring boring boring boring boring boring

The secret of life is that there is none. Epidemic. pandemic. This book review is pointless. The title depresses me. Immunity does not exist, all I have gotten is nowhere. I am embarrassed there is no spelling left. Every time I realize I have figured the meaning of life I die. But that is not the meaning of life, so there is none. The title is self-aware. I am losing. I know this. The pen I do not own has won. 14 dollars has won. I will never be able to read this. I hate this book. The author knows this. He wrote it for those like me, and that is why I am certain I will not finish it. Inspiration or not, that is what it is. I never want to turn a page again. Disgusted. Is the meaning of life turning pages?

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Paperback: 288 pages
Publisher: Featherproof Books (July 28, 2008)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0977199258
ISBN-13: 978-0977199259
Product Dimensions: 8.8 x 5.9 x 0.9 inches
Shipping Weight: 15.2 ounces