After slogging through The Host, I needed something lighter, more throwaway. Luckily in my reading pile I had book 8 of the Nightside series by Simon R. Green, The Unnatural Inquirer.
When I tell people about these books the only way I’ve found to describe it is that they are like a book version of a film noir movie set in a city of demons and angels and magic and monsters. It is pulp. There is no heavy introspection or examination of the human condition. John Taylor, the main character, fears no evil when he walks through the valley because he is the baddest mutha in the valley. So to speak.
Anyway, this addition to the series is more of the same, which if you like them is a good thing, and if you don’t like them it isn’t.
It is not often that I will actually put down a book for good. I mean, I have never finished — don’t hold this against me — The Lord of the Rings. I’ve read Fellowship probably five times and Two Towers three times, but I’ve never read Return of the King. I just get bored. I almost didn’t finish The Once and Future King, but I powered through. Dune was another rough one. Not too long ago I posted about the First Law Trilogy that I waded through. There are books that I have put down, a number of them in fact, but I usually go back eventually and finish. I swear, I will read Return of the King before I die.
But there are rare books that I have put down and never intend to go back to. Recently I’ve run into two and both of them have to do with the writing itself, not the subject matter. The first was Working for the Devil by Lilith Saintcrow. The story itself is something I would be interested in, and I’ve actually heard good things about the series, however, the author decided that her main character’s profession would be called a “necromance”. Even now my spell checker is telling me that I’ve dropped an “r” off the end. For whatever reason, she went with this spelling, and it bugs the crap out of me. It happens just often enough in the text that it pops me out of the story and back into myself where I commence screaming “ER! ER! NecromancER!” I had a similar problem when reading Dead Witch Walking about that author’s choice to make up her own swear words, but I was able to gloss over that. For some reason this use of “necromance” is something I just couldn’t get past.
More recently I made a stab at reading James Patterson’s The Dangerous Days of Daniel X. At first, the description of a superhero book sounds like it would be right up my alley. However, I might have skipped it had I read the red box on the inside back flap of the cover. It reads:
In the spirit of the most enduring hit movies and books, James Patterson has written this story for readers from ten to a hundred and ten. Special care has been taken with the language and content of The Dangerous Days of Daniel X.
I’ve read a number of Patterson’s books, but mostly his more adult murder mystery stuff. Going into this book with that mindset I was terribly disappointed and felt like I was being talked down to. The story itself was interesting enough, but the simplicity of the language intended to be good reading for kids as young as ten just left me with an odd feeling. I can’t say for sure that I’ve put this book down for good, but I definitely probably won’t pick it up again until I have a ten year old to read it with, either as a bedtime story or something we share and discuss.
So… have you ever put down a book? Why?
Quite often, books fall into one of two traps. The first is “everything happens all at once”, this is because they want to tell a story and they want to tell you all of the story, but they don’t want to drag it out over years, so instead everything happens in a short period of time. A normal person is suddenly thrown into a mess and over the course of a few days the world is saved. The second is “all the boring parts too”, this being where in order to tell the whole story they tell you the whole story, years of a character’s life when large chunks of it are irrelevant.
Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book is how you tell a long story without falling into either trap. This is the story of Nobody Owens, a boy who loses his family and grows up in a graveyard. His tale is told almost as a collection of short stories rather than as one long novel, but there is a common thread throughout and keeps it from being just a collection of shorts. Like a stone across the water, we skip through Bod’s life as he has encounters and experiences that shape him, all the while hiding from the world and the man who might still be looking to kill him.
This book was a fantastic read, and perfect for the month of October and the Halloween season. I enjoyed it thoroughly and can’t think of anyone who wouldn’t.
I’m a huge fan of Robert Kirkman’s series The Walking Dead. Not huge enough to pick up the single issues, but enough to buy the trades. I’ve been sitting on Book 8 entitled “Made to Suffer” for some time now. I bought it off Amazon when I was buying a few other items and decided to throw it in the box. After finishing up The First Law, I found myself between books and decided to go ahead and delve back into the world of zombies.
Two words: Holy Shit!
If you don’t want anything ruined for you, stop reading now. I mean it. Stop.
Still here? Good. What Kirkman does here takes a serious set of balls. For seven volumes, he has gotten us to know these people, to care for them, and in part this has been done by inflicting small tragedies on them. Small, I say, in comparison to the enormous one of the world succumbing to zombies to begin with. But all that we have read so far is nothing compared to this volume.
I couldn’t put the book down. Volume seven had ended with an attack beginning on our survivors’ prison home, but eight leaps back a bit and shows us how the attackers arrived. For the first section of this book, you know where it is going, but getting there is no worse off for it. Once the attack begins, you find yourself wondering how the hell they will survive this, and bit by bit and piece by piece you see their plan form, you see that they are going to make it. Then Kirkman punches you in the gut and pulls the rug out.
Book nine is sitting on the shelf next to book eight, but I told myself I’d read another book or two first, to spread out the zombie awesomeness. But it is taunting me, and I don’t know how long I can hold out.
Several of my friends have been using Good Reads for a while now, and I finally decided to sign up.
This is me.
I’ll still be keeping my book list and reviews here on this blog as well, but hopefully Good Reads will turn up a recommendation or two for things to read in the future.