A Bad Book Is Like a Charlie Horse
Well, this certainly did not go as I had expected.
I just finished reading the (only) four posts on a blog I told myself I was going to maintain and I am disappointed. I remember when I first wrote that first post, about what i would do with a blog.
As it turns out, if I had a blog, I would let it sit in the crevasses of Goodreads and forget it even existed.
I just finished reading William Trevor's The Story of Lucy Gault about five minutes ago and so far it has become one of the worst books I have read so far in 2021. I ended up giving this relatively short novel a two out of five, and when I was finishing up, I just couldn't help but think about how rare it is for me to actually not like a book. Most of the time, I give out three out of five books that don't vibe with me. This time, things were different.
I also told myself that when I was done reviewing Lucy Gault, I would resume reading The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman by Laurence Sterne. Instead, I am here, writing a post literally nobody will care about, or even read.
Eh, I don't really care!
Instead of reading this chunk of a classic, I'm staring at my large computer screen, scrolling through news feed updates, and wondering if I should just go to bed. As this is occurring, a rather irritating Charlie Horse ends up assaulting me and I'm in pain for about five minutes.
And that is probably the best illustration for what I think a book I dislike feels like: A charlie horse assaulting your left leg and saying, "Hey, why are you trying to do anything? I know you're gonna get up soon, bench Lucy Gault and bring your computer back to your writing desk (read: The desk that everything sits on and I use it to prop the computer up while I watch the tenth episode of Sister, Sister and consume pistachios). But I don't want you to get up!"
Anyways, going back to Mr. Sterne. I have a strong feeling that one will get a three out of five (read: a Charlie Horse that only lasts about one minute, then leaves you alone, like a good, well-behaved demon) because I'm not quite sure if I like or dislike it. It has its moments of being pure genius, then it has its moments of being, "Huh? What?"
But considering the two hells I just experienced tonight, I think I'll just end it here and pray that 1) I never have to deal with another side splitting charlie horse and 2) Lucy Gault will be the only worst book of 2021.
I just finished reading the (only) four posts on a blog I told myself I was going to maintain and I am disappointed. I remember when I first wrote that first post, about what i would do with a blog.
As it turns out, if I had a blog, I would let it sit in the crevasses of Goodreads and forget it even existed.
I just finished reading William Trevor's The Story of Lucy Gault about five minutes ago and so far it has become one of the worst books I have read so far in 2021. I ended up giving this relatively short novel a two out of five, and when I was finishing up, I just couldn't help but think about how rare it is for me to actually not like a book. Most of the time, I give out three out of five books that don't vibe with me. This time, things were different.
I also told myself that when I was done reviewing Lucy Gault, I would resume reading The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman by Laurence Sterne. Instead, I am here, writing a post literally nobody will care about, or even read.
Eh, I don't really care!
Instead of reading this chunk of a classic, I'm staring at my large computer screen, scrolling through news feed updates, and wondering if I should just go to bed. As this is occurring, a rather irritating Charlie Horse ends up assaulting me and I'm in pain for about five minutes.
And that is probably the best illustration for what I think a book I dislike feels like: A charlie horse assaulting your left leg and saying, "Hey, why are you trying to do anything? I know you're gonna get up soon, bench Lucy Gault and bring your computer back to your writing desk (read: The desk that everything sits on and I use it to prop the computer up while I watch the tenth episode of Sister, Sister and consume pistachios). But I don't want you to get up!"
Anyways, going back to Mr. Sterne. I have a strong feeling that one will get a three out of five (read: a Charlie Horse that only lasts about one minute, then leaves you alone, like a good, well-behaved demon) because I'm not quite sure if I like or dislike it. It has its moments of being pure genius, then it has its moments of being, "Huh? What?"
But considering the two hells I just experienced tonight, I think I'll just end it here and pray that 1) I never have to deal with another side splitting charlie horse and 2) Lucy Gault will be the only worst book of 2021.
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