Angst, as taken out on the book world

November 10, 2008 at 2:58 am Leave a comment

Wow, it’s November 9th.  Don’t even look at the date of that last post.  Very sad.  Somehow, though, I’ve managed to get 100+ hits since I last checked this?  Thanks, whoever made that happen.  Time for me to actually re-enter the blog world now, though, I think.

I missed an election, consequently.  This would be about the time I commented, but I’m keeping my journalistic standards on and just want to say I hope everyone takes a positive attitude, regardless of outcome — our country, and for that matter the world, could use some positivity right now. 

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So, what to write about today?  How about THIS?  Wow, you know it’s a slow book time when the NYT Bestsellers list includes both yet another Nicholas Sparks book and a book that’s been on the list since Summer — admittedly, I just found out that Oprah put Edgar Sawtelle on her book club….and gained a tiny bit of respect for Oprah’s Book Club, emphasis on tiny.  Even longer on the list, The Host by Stephenie Meyer.  Will someone please explain to the world that Stephenie Meyer is not a good writer????  I’m so sick of hearing about how great she is.  She’s not, she just thought up a good story line.  Okay?  Okay.

So, logical transition now….into my intense hatred for Nicholas Sparks — since this has for some reason been a hot topic for me this week.  Now, I’d just like to say that I’m as big a chick-lit/movie girl as the next, and own a pretty impressive collection if you want to argue my ability to judge this situation — an ability I’d like to think is pretty founded.

That said, there are few things I despise as much as I despise Nicholas Sparks.  The man preys on women’s sentimentality, and the fact that he can continue to make millions and millions of dollars writing the same exact storyline every time, just baffles my mind.  Who doesn’t know a woman who basically only reads Nicholas Sparks?  I know several, and while I still love them, I will never understand them. 

Pick up something new.  Something that doesn’t involve a complete warping of human emotion and condition.  Something that doesn’t romanticize love and death to a point that completely warps women’s views of the world.  Edgar Sawtelle, for instance.  Or even an oldie but a goodie — Franny and Zooey by Salinger being my latest endeavor.  It’ll expand your mind, I promise.


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