Every time I get sick, I read. I've been doing it since I was a little kid. In fact, I remember faking sick a few times just so I could stay home and read (shhh. don't tell my mom!). Well being sick this past week made me so miserable, I couldn't read at all. Reading just added to my headache and watching television was out of the question. Finally, I got to the point that I was able to stand reading. I grabbed my favorite blanket, curled up on the couch and read away.
I read four hours in one setting. I wish I could say it was because I was completely into a book that I couldn't put it down, but no. I continue to read Oryx and Crake and...continue to hate it. I kept readingfor these four hours thinking that maybe this is one of those books that has a slow start, but I am over half way through it and I am still confused and wondering what is the point of the author writing this!
I also have found that I have become a reader that does not enjoy lots details in writing. My mind wonders every time an author spends a page and a half describing a thing such as trash can. Marget Atwood writes so many pages on describing scenes! I just want the basics: it was an container that people throw away items that are no longer of use to them--straight and to the point. Not: it was a rectangular shaped container about three feet deep with a white lining and a lid that opened and closed with the decent of a pedal pressed by a foot....etc. Let my mind create the picture! Just give me a frame to put it in!
My frustration with this book continues to build, but I am not the kind of person that starts something and doesn't finish it. Maybe, just maybe, the second part of the book will be better. I am keeping my fingers crossed.
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