Trust me to want to take back my disappointment from the last post about the lack of romance. I've advanced to book nine now, (and so sorry for the lack of posting during this month... things were still busy and crazy during the last couple of weeks, so I was unable to get on for a decent amount of time to jot down any of my thoughts.) and the romance is almost more than I can bear.
It's not the sex scenes, or sappy romantic feelings flying around. If anything, there's a lack of that, at the moment. Anita is nothing, if not soft. Richard and Jean-Claude do tend to bring out a certain softness in her, but then.. is it really possible to date someone and not go a little soft around the edges for them, around them?
I'm such a lover of the paranormal that the idea of dating or marrying a werewolf is thoroughly exciting to me. The same goes for vampires. It is hard for me to understand being a part of that world without wanting to be in that world. That is to say, I get the idea that Anita is merely playing in that world of paranormal weirdness, but not wanting to really be a part of it. She values her humanity. Who wouldn't? But her squeamishness is holding her back.
How do I let myself get so caught up in these books? Not just these, but books in general! I let it draw me in until I'm so wrapped up in it that my heart aches for the characters when something bad happens to them, when they're heart breaks due to a death or loss of someone close to them.
Stepping outside of the Anita Blake books, has anyone read the Time Traveler's Wife? I saw the movie for the first time last weekend and sobbed at the end. I'd been avoiding that movie because the book was the only book that has ever made me cry. In public, I might add, embarrassingly enough. The movie was no different, and even though I was dreading it, I must say that I was pleasantly surprised at how closely the movie followed the book.
I told my fiance after we watched it that he wasn't allowed to leave me. He hugged me and said that I was, of course, being ridiculous, and that leaving me would be a fate worse than death. Once in a great great while, men seem to have these amazing shining moments that gives me faith in the male species once more.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Slowly But Surely
I have finally finished the second book in the Anita Blake series. Gorey, but good!I've been so busy with classes, vocal performances, and meeting new family that reading has, very unfortunately, taken a back seat for a while. I'm hoping to change that though, now that I have more time! I really like LKH's ability to write an entire book about only a few days worth of events, sometimes not even that! In a few of the Merry Gentry series, the book had an entire marathon of crazy exciting non-stop thriller events crammed into about a 24 hour period.
So far, the only thing that bothers me is the lack of romance in this series so far. Yet, I can't seem to put the book down. I'm such a romance junkie. I crave it... just ask my fiance. But in these books, it's ok that there's slim to none so far. I know that it'll pick up later on in the series.
Kudos to LKH, though, for her detailed crime scenes. She's managed to think up the simplest, most tragic crime scenes. In one, (squeamish readers, avert your eyes) she writes about an entire family slaughtered, and eaten in the master bedroom. Anita and a police officer do their utmost to gross each other out by commenting on most horrid details of the ruins. They even stoop so low as to toss around the entrails of one of the family members. I nearly cried when Anita sees the hand of a child. And by hand, I do mean -only- the hand. Hmm... I'll have to think of something other than spaghetti for supper tomorrow.
On a different note, I watched The Boy in the Striped Pajamas today in the college library while I played catch-up for my math class... What a wonderful (depressing) movie. Why do I allow myself to watch movies about the Holocaust? They make me feel empty and hollow every single time. There hasn't been a single WWII movie about the Holocaust that hasn't caused me severe physical and emotional pain.
I'm off to try to boost my spirits with some happier literature and perhaps even some chocolate. Happy reading to all you readers out there!
So far, the only thing that bothers me is the lack of romance in this series so far. Yet, I can't seem to put the book down. I'm such a romance junkie. I crave it... just ask my fiance. But in these books, it's ok that there's slim to none so far. I know that it'll pick up later on in the series.
Kudos to LKH, though, for her detailed crime scenes. She's managed to think up the simplest, most tragic crime scenes. In one, (squeamish readers, avert your eyes) she writes about an entire family slaughtered, and eaten in the master bedroom. Anita and a police officer do their utmost to gross each other out by commenting on most horrid details of the ruins. They even stoop so low as to toss around the entrails of one of the family members. I nearly cried when Anita sees the hand of a child. And by hand, I do mean -only- the hand. Hmm... I'll have to think of something other than spaghetti for supper tomorrow.
On a different note, I watched The Boy in the Striped Pajamas today in the college library while I played catch-up for my math class... What a wonderful (depressing) movie. Why do I allow myself to watch movies about the Holocaust? They make me feel empty and hollow every single time. There hasn't been a single WWII movie about the Holocaust that hasn't caused me severe physical and emotional pain.
I'm off to try to boost my spirits with some happier literature and perhaps even some chocolate. Happy reading to all you readers out there!
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