zghost wrote:
Sybil. It was well written, but the vivid tourture descriptions were so horrible...... I threw it away. (About a woman with multiple personalities.)
And this is from someone who reads mostly horror.
Really? I don't remember it being all that bad; I've found some of Stephen King's works (especially some of the short stories) to be far more grotesque. Actually, I can't remember anything particularly extreme about
Sybil, but I haven't read it in awhile.
singularitymadam wrote:
zghost wrote:
I loved them. Come on, they're kids books... how deep do you expect them to be?
I didn't expect anything profound or epic, but based upon the way the world has treated it, Rowling is the new Tolkien. And that is a mistake. As kids books, yeah, they're fun. But when adults say "oh my god my child is reading again because of this amazing series," I become concerned.
The storyline is cute, and it has some interesting twists; I have to say I enjoyed the first five novels of her series. I thought the writing style got worse as she went on though. Her first books weren't too bad, then she peaked, and then it all went downhill again, until she finished below where she had started. I really didn't like the last book; the ending, in my opinion, sucked.
The main books I didn't like were
The Red Dahlia by Lynda La Plant (I think that was her last name, anyway; she whined far too much),
The Girl Who Owned A City (a required read; by the end of, I wanted to shoot her), and this other book... I can't remember what it's called or who wrote it, but it was in Oprah's Book Club; it was given to me by an instructor who was convinced that I'd love it; I hated it.
To spoil it completely... wrote:
The entire story revolves around this woman who is married and has a daughter. She goes back to her hometown, with her daughter (who gets into all kinds of trouble all the time), meets the guy who she grew up with/loved/and who is entirely possessive, falls in "love" with him again, and spends every waking moment having sex or whining. Meanwhile, the daughter finds this green horse, falls in love with the horse, befriends the "temperamental" horse (who would have killed her if he was anything like they described), falls in love with her first cousin, whom likes her back (you can see where this leads), and basically screws around as usual. Meanwhile, the husband/father comes over to see why they're taking so long, discovers that his wife is having an affair, that his daughter is screwing around with her first cousin, whines, and goes home; he doesn't do anything about it! Blah. Eventually, the mother gains a semi-backbone, leaves, takes her daughter (by the by, the mother has known about the affair with the cousin, but she's been otherwise occupied and can't bother to think about the problems with it), and the possessive guy blows up while trying to chase her. The very pointless end.
I really don't like "Hamlet" either, and the book
A Million Little Pieces (that other Oprah Book Club one that was proved false) makes me giggle, not because of the story itself, but because the author thought he could get away with it. Trust me, Ohio has nothing better to do with our time than search through old police records.
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