So I’m currently in the midst of reading a horrible book: Good Omens. I’ve never been more disinterested in reading literature in my life. Only one thing rivals this: Josh’s old Book of John that he passed on to me in hopes of quieting my wicked ways. He didn’t exactly say that, but I could tell what his agenda was. He probably assumed (correctly) that I haven’t touched the thing hence his negligence to contact me over some time now, which–let me clarify–is a very good thing.
I’m ditching this. If I’m going to use some of my precious leisurely time devoted to reading something, it better be damned interesting and this book, sadly, is not. It lacks most of the key elements that I believe make for a true page turner. The plot is tired and ill-paced, the characters are far from riveting, the book is simply not written well, and the humour so adamantly spoken of in the back of the cover is unfounded.
Books I’d like to read:
-Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale
-Martel’s Life of Pi
-Hosseini’s The Kite Runner
-Maguire’s Wicked
The prospect of me actually reading all listed falls under the category of “not any time soon”.
School has begun again. I’m blissfully ecstatic about this. I need to finish. I should be finishing in two months. Two months have now stretched to four. This is horrible. But I will plow through and hopefully be facing college come September.
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