Nothing about Harry Potter here. Unfortunately.

I've been working my ass off this weekend, reading until I've gone cross-eyed, and I'm 30 pages from being done!

With The Satanic Verses.

Figures I'd get involved in a book club right around the time I'm knee-deep in two new series (Dresden Files and the Sookie Stackhouse books) I'm really enjoying, and one that's about to finish up completely (HP). So, I had to spend this weekend eating all the brussel sprouts and turnips off of my plate before I could have ANY dessert (being either book about a Wizard named Harry or a vampire-dating psychic named Sookie). So, I'm a bit behind the curve right now. It's why I resisted the run-out-and-read HP urge - because I knew I had to finish this book, and if I didn't force myself to do it with a powerful incentive, I never would.

And to be honest, it's not a bad book. It's beautifully written. Rushdie has a flair for description unlike anyone else. He really went out on a limb with this one, you can tell. I've been meaning to read this for years, and it's not been a total waste of my time. It just had the misfortune of popping up in the queue before the chocolate cake of Deathly Hallows, the cheesecake of Club Dead, or the nutty tart of Death Masks. Thankfully, in a short while, I'll be done done done with the Verses, and will be running to Borders on my lunch break to buy HP7, which should keep me nicely entertained post-biopsy.

If I had one issue with Satanic Verses, it's the storytelling style. All summer long I've been reading rather linear narratives, and this was sort of like being dropped off somewhere they speak a strange dialect of a language you thought you knew. So it was something of a frustrating slog, even though I found myself really enjoying certain storylines. I will have enough time to read some scholarly essays and whatnot before the book club meeting, though, so maybe I can figure out some discussion topics and new insights for the discussion. This is the sort of book that requires it.

Otherwise, I kind of dropped this weekend. I had Friday off, went to the beach, and then just lost the desire to go anywhere or do anything. I was just completely exhausted and in need of a recharge. As these things sometimes are, it was ill timed, I missed Siren and PotterPalooza as well as a few other, fun, random happenings of the social variety. I guess the song is true - everybody needs a little time away. But the weekend itself was three days of pure gorgeousness. It was hot, but not too humid. Sunny. The water was perfect, and I even went into the ocean on Friday and Saturday and had a ball (albeit a sandy one). It was glorious. But as nice as it was, I'm kind of glad for a break from it, too. So now, I just have to get my hot little hands around a certain book and all will be right with the world.

I'm seriously tempted to run out to B&N right now, you know. Seriously. Tempted.

Nothing about Harry Potter here. Unfortunately.

I've been working my ass off this weekend, reading until I've gone cross-eyed, and I'm 30 pages from being done!

With The Satanic Verses.

Figures I'd get involved in a book club right around the time I'm knee-deep in two new series (Dresden Files and the Sookie Stackhouse books) I'm really enjoying, and one that's about to finish up completely (HP). So, I had to spend this weekend eating all the brussel sprouts and turnips off of my plate before I could have ANY dessert (being either book about a Wizard named Harry or a vampire-dating psychic named Sookie). So, I'm a bit behind the curve right now. It's why I resisted the run-out-and-read HP urge - because I knew I had to finish this book, and if I didn't force myself to do it with a powerful incentive, I never would.

And to be honest, it's not a bad book. It's beautifully written. Rushdie has a flair for description unlike anyone else. He really went out on a limb with this one, you can tell. I've been meaning to read this for years, and it's not been a total waste of my time. It just had the misfortune of popping up in the queue before the chocolate cake of Deathly Hallows, the cheesecake of Club Dead, or the nutty tart of Death Masks. Thankfully, in a short while, I'll be done done done with the Verses, and will be running to Borders on my lunch break to buy HP7, which should keep me nicely entertained post-biopsy.

If I had one issue with Satanic Verses, it's the storytelling style. All summer long I've been reading rather linear narratives, and this was sort of like being dropped off somewhere they speak a strange dialect of a language you thought you knew. So it was something of a frustrating slog, even though I found myself really enjoying certain storylines. I will have enough time to read some scholarly essays and whatnot before the book club meeting, though, so maybe I can figure out some discussion topics and new insights for the discussion. This is the sort of book that requires it.

Otherwise, I kind of dropped this weekend. I had Friday off, went to the beach, and then just lost the desire to go anywhere or do anything. I was just completely exhausted and in need of a recharge. As these things sometimes are, it was ill timed, I missed Siren and PotterPalooza as well as a few other, fun, random happenings of the social variety. I guess the song is true - everybody needs a little time away. But the weekend itself was three days of pure gorgeousness. It was hot, but not too humid. Sunny. The water was perfect, and I even went into the ocean on Friday and Saturday and had a ball (albeit a sandy one). It was glorious. But as nice as it was, I'm kind of glad for a break from it, too. So now, I just have to get my hot little hands around a certain book and all will be right with the world.

I'm seriously tempted to run out to B&N right now, you know. Seriously. Tempted.