Well I have 5 minutes so shall I begin? I've decided today that I don't read enough great books. Or maybe their aren't enough great books in the world, I'm not sure which I believe yet. I have tried to read the classics like Wuthering Heights, Jayne Eyre, Pride and Prejudice and their kin, but none of them strike me with the frenzy that they supposedly should. I had always wondered if it was my fault. Were these great classic works of fiction too above me? Did I not understand them as I should? No, I will say that clearly, I'm not one to toot my own horn (OK I am but that is neither here nor there right now, or anywhere, for that matter) but I am smart enough to understand what the autor was trying to say. So then I think am I not sophisticated enough to grasp the concepts of classic literature? No, I'm pretty sure just because I love a good fart joke doesn't mean I can't also understand the beauty and sophistication behind an elaborate ballroom scene, full of imagery reminiscent of a mating dance between two spring birds. Ooops, I just farted. After much soul searching I realized, I just don't like these books. I just don't like most classic novels.
Fine I don't like the classics very much, now lets not all grab our pitchforks or anything I still love me some Dickens! That is one twisted and funny dude. But the leaders of the pack are trailing in the dust of the modern tale.
So then I decide to read more modern lit because, well, why not. If I don't like the classics I should probably like more modern stuff. Right? Well...... maybe. I love Chuck Palahinuk, or at least I did until I hit Pygmy. Wow was that ever hard to read. I tried, I did, its not my fault I swear. Then I wadded through all of the bad reviews of Snuff, I read the book and I enjoyed it, its no Choke but really what is? So now I guess I am looking for a new author to light the reading fire. I have read Hunter Thompson, Nicholas Sparks (Why you ask. I have no damn clue), Terry Goodkind, J.R.R Toliken, and may others yet still no fires burning. So unless their is an author out there getting ready to pen the next book that will make me weep and laugh, one that will make my heart swell with pride and cringe in shame, I might just have to settle for the average.
You say this is crazy. I say you're wrong. I remember the days of discovering an author I thought was the best thing since sliced bread (which is hard to top because ITS SLICED BREAD!). I would read all day and all night just to finish a book and start all over again. I love to read. It's just too bad I haven't found the one that will take me to that place again. I will however, as they say, keep on truckin.
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