High on Books!

Last weekend Kara and I checked out the new Seattle Central Library. It’s kind of a neat building, very modern architecture that is better for looking at than navigating though. While there, I picked up Fall of Hyperion which I am now reading (and loving).

While in Maui, my parents gave me some cash for Christmas and one of the things I bought was the graphic novel Watchmen. I had borrowed Peter’s copy a few years ago and read it and was pretty impressed with it. This weekend I finished reading it for the second time, and this time I was less impressed. And here’s my ironic complaint with it... it was too wordy. The characters go on and on about stuff that doesn’t progress the plot, I dunno, I found myself getting bored with it.

Before Watchmen was Goblet of Fire and again I was only passably entertained. The wizard competition seemed like a waste of time... the threat of injury/death didn’t feel real, and the competitions weren’t all that interesting. Which helped me realize what I like and dislike about these books. The world that Rowling created is definitely fun/interesting but the day-to-day events of the three kids doesn’t interest me much. The back story, however, does interest me and I would love to see a more grown up series of books chronicling the rise and fall of Tom Riddle. Anyway, Goblet was only so-so, and I actually liked Azkaban better. Angela agrees with me that Azkaban is the best of the Potter books while Reese says it’s Phoenix and Kieran says it’s Goblet (I don’t think Jess said what her favorite was). BTW, am I the only dude reading this books? I think so...

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Yes, you are. It would severely compromise my masculinity to read such a tawdry book.

I have it on good authority that a certain dude whose name starts with Chri and ends with urrows has also read and loved these books.

i have resigned myself to the inevidebility (misspelled i am sure) of seeing movies just like this while my wife sobs. It is a cross I must bare and I bare it quite regularly. So I don't indulge myself in books of that nature. I get enough in the boob toob.

Baring a cross? Sounds so much kinkier than bearing it. Careful you don't garner the wrath of the religistas with fun phrases like that.

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