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My "throw-the-book-across-the-room" moment with Da Vinci Code was the ridiculous scene in Mr. Hip's friend's library where the friend reveals the "true" (in my opinion, total B.S.) meaning of the "Holy Grail" to BeautifulBlonde. (Was she really blonde in the book? I always pictured her as a brunette, perhaps because I already knew who the actress playing her would be). And speaking of sea disaster stories, (were we? no, I just saw the book you're reading in your sidebar), have you read "Perfect Storm"? That's a real page-turner. I read that before the movie came out and was so happy when they cast George Clooney (yum!) in it. I read that book while I was at Graves Mountain a couple of years ago. You remember, that time when we got to meet in person. I don't recall ever having read anything more atrocious but it's all I had with me. Deus ex machina is one thing but so many in one book? Totally preposterous and a phenomenal waste of time. Next time I'm just going to bring some knitting books. I found it far more paletable by simply skipping the scenes with the albino. I remember halfway through his first chapter saying "yeah, I get it, he's bad. Bad. I'm clear on that." Blech.
Yes, but the point is - he's supposed to be a visual threat in the movie - who cares in the book? The whole book had screen play scrawled -- in blood -- all over it. I'm probably the only person left on the planet who has yet to read either book!!! So maybe I'll save time and go see the movie? Or better yat save time & money & wait for it to come on HBO!
By Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Thursday, April 20, 2006 When I read a book, since it’s me, it’s mine, my time, my mind, and my private little world of complete honesty, I indulge in every freak of fancy, every whim of emotion, each prejudice, each stubborn expectation, every little breeze that blows me hither or yon. It is the great proof of intellectual freedom, that one can read and decide for one’s self - as many times as one wants. One no longer need parrot back only the answer you know the teacher wants to hear. Thus - when, in the Da Vinci Code, Mr. HipCoolPopular-with-the-Youngsters, but OhSoSmartToo hero is wakened in the night by a GrimPoliceInspector, taken out to the Louvre, where he’s shown a murdered man who has scrawled Mr.HCPw/tYbOSST’s name in blood, who’s interview with said GPI is growing steadily grimmer, but who is interrupted by BeautifulBlondOtherPoliceWoman, who tricks GPI out of the room, then tells Mr.HCPw/tYbOSST that he’s about to be arrested for murder, proves it to him by pulling a tracking device off his coat lapel, even though he’s hip and cool and all that, and street smart too boot, and throws it out a window and golleee it lands on a truck at the red light, and as soon as the truck pulls out the whole museum empties of police men, like ants fleeing a spray of Raid, and then she says “ you’ve got 35 seconds to get to the American Embassy and Oh Lookee Here, Gran’pa left me a secret message in invisible ink written on the Mona Lisa” And Mr.HCPw/tYbOSST says “Hey, cool, I think I’ll take a look before I save myself” Well. That is when I throw such a book across the room in disgust, because you can’t be hip and cool and street smart and by the way, we haven’t been told he’s got a hero complex in addition to being hip and cool, and also turn out to be an absent minded professor, which is the only other explanation I can find for doing something that stupid. It just don’t happen that way. It’ll make a good movie because what could be scarier than an albino weight lifting murderer stalking BeautifulBlondes? But it’s not going to suck up the hours of my life it would take to read it. Likewise, I can just as easily be captured by a single moment in a book that I’ve been considering setting aside by something so insignificant, but so deeply personal that I’m utterly captured by the mind that could so move me. In answer to Mary’s question, I haven’t yet rated Yarn Harlot, but I did get to the chapter where she divides her stash into categories and her words pricked a rich vein of speculation and inspiration flowing into my yarnish heart. I, too, want to go look at my stash in light of the concept of Core Stash - something I keep because it is beautiful enough in and of itself, something I keep for inspiration, for comfort, to please my eyes. That is where I am right now anyway. That’s what I am trying to do with the No New Fiber oath. And while I have made several inventories and done some considering about things, I have never looked at any of my yarn with the idea that it may already be a Finished Object. So. When an author can make me different in some way, she’s a success and worthy of note. I’ll finish the book and give it my final rating, but I’m taking my time and reading several other books at the same time - and I like to swap out the sidebar pretty regularly, since I have so few photos and scans of my own work. Ahh well. I’ve always been a better talker than anything else. posted by Bess | 8:11 AM |
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