Anyway.
I was eagerly anticipating The Magicians... it had great reviews, and c'mon, what HP fan doesn't salivate at the mere thought of reading a book about magic?! Too bad the book was so terrible. I'm not sure it's fair of me to say the whole thing is terrible, since I only managed to read around 150 pages. I really tried, though. Giving up on a book is difficult for me, but this book was just...awful. The author holds degrees in comparative literature from both Harvard and Yale...yet can't tell an engaging story. Nothing really happened in the bit that I read, and years had gone by in the book. The language was uncomfortable, and there were numerous continuity errors (if the sun doesn't set, how the hell does it rise!?). It just felt that he was trying too hard to assert his masculinity with unnecessary vulgarity. The book felt unclean. There was one sex scene, but it was so gross... it was a very explicit scene of two of the students having sex while transformed into arctic foxes. If you're writing about magic, ANYTHING can happen... and that's what the author chose. I don't get it. Maybe guys would like the book. Or Furries. Whatever the case, it's on its way back to the Douglas library. It isn't getting a link or a picture... scroll down if you're desperate.
I hate writing when I'm exhausted... and when it's really humid... and when I've been bitten by a few too many mosquitoes. Oliver has a couple new bites, and now I'm wondering if the mosquitoes at his dad's house are mutants... the bites tonight are pretty big for what they are, but they're nothing like what he had Tuesday. Sounds like it might rain, though...and Oliver is still awake and literally climbing all over me. Clearly I have better things to do... <3
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