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Nov. 18th, 2008 07:06 amI am sometimes struck with a spot of double vision, where a piece of work flickers between my adult voice rolling its eyes and saying, "Ye Gods, no end to the hokey" and my inner twelve year old gushing, "Wow, this piece of work, it is perfect." (Or perhaps I have those roles reversed. Maybe it's my adult voice going "Perfect!" and my inner twelve year old and its vast, worldly depths of sarcasm going "Hokey!") The overall effect is like when I lie on my side and open each eye (one at a time) to make the objects in view shift around by the distance between my eyes. And then I open my eyes and I can see both views, sort of. One work that absolutely straddled the divide was Fushigi Yuugi, which I enjoyed thoroughly on both levels. I have (in a blurry-eyed late night frenzy of textual consumption) found another.
It started with a movie review sort of thing from the NYT. I read their movie reviews because they're amusing. I clickited on that particular one because I think that the genre in question (which is taking over grown-up romance novels [hereby defined as ones with fucking] at a hell of a clip) is amusing as hell in a ZOMGLOL sort of way. I have mentioned this before and you should probably go re-read that for a quickie update on my view of these things before we get to the primary topic which is that YA book by Stephanie Meyer called Twilight. Well, it and its sequel and probably it's trequel and quatrel to boot. I had to go to bed after Book 2 it being 2 AM and all. But definitely books 1 and 2 are absolutely fantastic for both my inner twelve year old and adult level snarktastic discussion... the which I would love to provide for you but it's time for me to go meet the water company guy and have the water shut off on that cunt at 633 and her three screaming children. (She'll get up at 7:30 and the faucets will not work. Should have paid the water bill, biotch. Should have paid the rent, too. If she's really lucky, I'll call C&Y and tell them she's not got any water at her house and maybe they'll take the kids. I am *such* a bearer of good tidings!)
It started with a movie review sort of thing from the NYT. I read their movie reviews because they're amusing. I clickited on that particular one because I think that the genre in question (which is taking over grown-up romance novels [hereby defined as ones with fucking] at a hell of a clip) is amusing as hell in a ZOMGLOL sort of way. I have mentioned this before and you should probably go re-read that for a quickie update on my view of these things before we get to the primary topic which is that YA book by Stephanie Meyer called Twilight. Well, it and its sequel and probably it's trequel and quatrel to boot. I had to go to bed after Book 2 it being 2 AM and all. But definitely books 1 and 2 are absolutely fantastic for both my inner twelve year old and adult level snarktastic discussion... the which I would love to provide for you but it's time for me to go meet the water company guy and have the water shut off on that cunt at 633 and her three screaming children. (She'll get up at 7:30 and the faucets will not work. Should have paid the water bill, biotch. Should have paid the rent, too. If she's really lucky, I'll call C&Y and tell them she's not got any water at her house and maybe they'll take the kids. I am *such* a bearer of good tidings!)
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Date: 2008-11-19 12:08 am (UTC)Eldar Spawn read all four, avidly, and declares that *I* may not read them.
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