Dad saying 'that'll blow the cobwebs away'= freezing winter gale.
I bring you news that my dad friended someone (that he hadn't spoken to in 30+ years) on facebook just to tell them I was a writer.
What happens in real life never flies in fiction, because fiction has to make sense
I've always had a grudging... not respect, but appalled admiration for people like this. Like, you're monsters. But you're not like the monsters who try to pretend it was just all a huge mistake or misunderstandin. You are an unashamed monster. You're evil and when the world says 'wait, hold up, this is dreadful' you grin back and say 'yeah, what are you gonna do?'
I mean, I still hope her empire crumbles and she loses everything, insert 'first up against the wall when the revolution comes' feelings here, blah blah, but a dusty, cobwebbed corner of myself can't help but envy the sheer... self-posession of this.
I think that has been the difference a lot of times for me. If I read a book knowing it's supposed to be life-changing or whatever, I'm expecting too much from it and it can't live up. The books that have hit me that way I went in more open-minded and willing to tak them as they were.
Also a lot of the time older books I read suffer from a thing where they may have been groundbreaking when they were published, but in the intervening years I have personally read so many other books that do the same thing, some of them better or more thoughtfully, and so the original book seems like the cheap knockoff.
I couldn't even get to the half way point in Jonathon Strange. I should have loved it! It should have been like crack to me! But alas, not to be.
I might watch the BBC Adaptation, they might get to the things I like without all the brambly FORESTS OF WORDS OBSCURING EVERYTHING.
If I'm honest an awful lot of the accepted 'life changing' books were things I enjoyed but otherwise got nothing from. And some were books I viciously hated (everything by Hemigway and China Mieville) whereas the the books I found genunely life-changing are often ones that go fairly ignored except in very specific circles?
It was a book. I read it. I quite liked it. The end.
MATT I NEED TO KNOW WHICH SO THAT I CONFESS TO THE RIGHT KINK
OK, so with that picture matt are we saying that pea pods are pea clothes and hunky peas are showing me their naked pea body? Because the alternative is that hunky peas there is ripping open his flesh and sexily teasing his entrails.