I think that whenever my mother tried reading Mio aloud to me, we always had to stop in the same place - where they're about to leave for Kato's lands (so I've read the first part of the book a million times, and the last part only once). Which is odd, seeing as I never had a problem with Lionheart, and that should be just as awful, shouldn't it? Mio is just so much scarier, somehow.
Oh, don't even get me started on The Da Vinci Code (you just did, I'm afraid). I can't even begin to tell you how much I resent that book. And I do say that as someone who has read it - which entitles me to hate it unequivocally and criticise it at every turn, I think - and then, out of some sort of morbid curiousity, I read Angels and Demons, just to see if it was just as bad (it was). And I must be quite the masochist, because I've also seen the film. I suppose I just couldn't bring myself to believe that about Ian McKellen.
Now, I recognise the fact that the world needs bad books. Sometimes I even need to read a bad book. There's nothing wrong with pulp fiction, as long as it just realises that's what it is. What the world doesn't need is badly written, pretentios crap books with authors who act as though they've, pardon my French, found the Holy fracking Grail. I think I'd just be so much more tolerant of the book if it wasn't claiming to be so much more than it is.
(Oh, and I worked in a bookshop and actually sold the wretched thing to people. Will I go to hell for that?)
About the friending - of course I don't mind! I was going to ask you the same thing. Though I should probably warn you that there's nothing terribly interesting to be found in my journal - mostly just complaining about my thesis and/or Italy, and various forms of procrastination from said thesis.
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Oh, don't even get me started on The Da Vinci Code (you just did, I'm afraid). I can't even begin to tell you how much I resent that book. And I do say that as someone who has read it - which entitles me to hate it unequivocally and criticise it at every turn, I think - and then, out of some sort of morbid curiousity, I read Angels and Demons, just to see if it was just as bad (it was). And I must be quite the masochist, because I've also seen the film. I suppose I just couldn't bring myself to believe that about Ian McKellen.
Now, I recognise the fact that the world needs bad books. Sometimes I even need to read a bad book. There's nothing wrong with pulp fiction, as long as it just realises that's what it is. What the world doesn't need is badly written, pretentios crap books with authors who act as though they've, pardon my French, found the Holy fracking Grail. I think I'd just be so much more tolerant of the book if it wasn't claiming to be so much more than it is.
(Oh, and I worked in a bookshop and actually sold the wretched thing to people. Will I go to hell for that?)
About the friending - of course I don't mind! I was going to ask you the same thing. Though I should probably warn you that there's nothing terribly interesting to be found in my journal - mostly just complaining about my thesis and/or Italy, and various forms of procrastination from said thesis.