The Christmas tree is up, a few of the presents are wrapped, almost all the Christmas shopping is done and everything is looking sparkly and glittery and fluffy and pretty. And there’s snow! Snow, snow, snow, snow! YAY!
I like this time of year.
I have got back to writing. I’m sure it won’t be long before I’m back to taking on too much, trying to do too many things and spreading myself too thin. For now, I’m being all lazy and taking things easy.
* * * * * * * * 8/10
Lyle was a character I found surprisingly easy to sympathise with. He’s uncertain of what he wants, in life or anything, with no hope or prospects coming his way. This is of course mostly due to lack of effort to make anything of himself, but then, what do you work toward if you don’t know what you want? He’s a character so uncertain of himself that he comments on how he is a different person for certain people, because that’s who they think he is. He makes a show of his life and makes a show of being… himself.
A good deal of the book is getting to know Lyle before he meets Holly, and from there focusses on their destructive relationship which doesn’t really get any oomph until they involve escorts. While anyone else might look at that as being the beginning of the end and unhealthy while it lasts, neither of these two are able to see beyond their own confusion and certainly in Lyle’s case, selfishness.
I wasn’t very fond of the ending. It went quite quickly and suddenly from a couple hell-bent on ruining their lives as fast as they can, to a rather heavy moral lesson on the dark side of ‘escorts’. I wouldn’t describe it as a happy ending in particular, though I suppose that would depend on how you see happiness coming out of a relationship like that. I’m not too sure the choice Lyle and Holly made in the end was to the benefit of either of them.
* * * * * * * * * * 10 / 10
A book of short stories inspired by Little Red Riding Hood, ranging from cheeky, bloody, impolite to considered and moral. You wouldn’t think there were so many different ways to go with one story but there is, each one an utterly unique take on one basic plot until each is a story of its own.
There’s remarkable talent here, a book that you’ll think you’ll take a few days to read before you realise you just spent your evening turning pages, disappointed that there’s not more.
Just because it’s still my favourite game of all time. Even more than Minecraft.
New from Angelika Rust, Little Red is coming home.
I read it. It’s good.
* * * * * * * * * * 10/10
I was utterly delighted with the brief reference to Hitchhikers.
It’s been sat for so long on my to-read shelf, I ended up watching it on Netflix before I ever got near it. Then I googled it and found out there’s a British TV show which I still need to sit down with, and finally I remembered I have the book, gathering dust.
Svlad Cjelli, otherwise known as Dirk Gently is not a psychic, not even a little. Definitely not. It’s just coincidence.
He is a holistic detective who will find your missing cat through proving the fundamental interconnectedness of all things.
It’s exactly the kind of book you’d expect from Douglas Adams, and every bit as good as Hitchhikers.
It’s been a while since I did much of anything. 4 months since I recorded any video reviews, a few weeks since I wrote a text review, I haven’t written or coded anything for a few days now. I’m too tired, have too much real-life stuff to do and not the energy to do anything anyway. How can so much time pass so quickly, and so little have got done?
I’m slowly catching up on reads. If I owe a review, you’ll get one. Eventually.