Olivia Joules and the Over-Active Imagination by Helen Fielding
I thought this might be a fun read after the fun read that was Bridget Jones' Diary, but sadly I was wrong. Should have guessed really considering the shite that was Bridget Jones II: The Edge of Reason. Anyway, some English woman, Olivia, gets involved in something she shouldn't and ends up finding Osama Bin Laden in a cave. I think she has sex with him too. She has sex with someone, anyhow, who doesn't call her back. Or something.
The Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger
I only have one real grievance with this book: why is it every blogger's favourite? Is it the only book you ever remember actually reading? It's on everybody's list. EVERYBODY'S. Don't lie. I know you just went and edited your profile.
The Lovely Bones by Whatshername
Starts off brilliantly, I mean, who isn't fascinated by murdered schoolgirls? But it later dissolves into rubbish, probably somewhere around the "heaven" bit. Which is quite near the start.
The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown
Urrfffggh. See previous rant.
Anything by Iain M Banks
Okay, this one's maybe a bit unfair, as I haven't actually read any of his books, but fuck it. I just find it really really annoying that he puts out 77 science fiction novels a year and only, like, 3 regular novels a decade under his M-less pen-name. I hate sci-fi, goddamnit. I don't care about other planets, no matter how amazing those worlds are he creates. Don't try to convince me. I want more Prentice McHoans, more Ken Notts, more Whits. I want more wanking, cheating, sex-cults, and whiskey drinking. And I want it all to happen on Earth.
Life of Pi by Some Bloke
I loved this book when I started it, really. Not only did I find the whole zoo thing fascinating, but I really got swept up in the reality of the boy-on-boat-with-tiger image. I mean, I honestly believed it was possible. It wasn't until half-way through this bastard story that I got my common sense back and began to feel preached at. Should have spotted it sooner. God I hate fables. Speaking of fables...
The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
Um, what? It's like trying to read the bastard Bible. No thanks.
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I love sci-fi.
ReplyDeleteThis relationship is obviously never
going to work.
Can I keep a pair of your knickers as a souvenir?
Sci-fi is for boys. Knickers are for girls. Behave.
ReplyDeleteI'm reading 'The Reader' by Bernhard Schlink which I chanced upon all by myself while browsing in Cork city library. I was really enjoying (it in a sort of philosophical way) but I just checked the spelling of his name on Amazon (knowing that we are a)anal about spelling and b)it's one of them foreign names) and imagine my dismay when I saw 'Oprah's Book Club' written after the title. So there I was thinking I'd found some fancy highbrow literature, but no, all Oprah's fans are reading it too.
ReplyDeleteAnyway it's good. I think you might like it.
Funnily enough, I don't think I ever told you but I acquired a pair of your knickers by accident somewhere on our travels. Then your mother gave me a pair (new) of hers at Christmas. So I can send herra bre a mother-daughter set of knickers for a small sum if he wishes.
Oh no, gross, gross, gross. How do I delete comments?
ReplyDeleteHello Annie
ReplyDeleteI have just found your blog via http://getrichslow.blogspot.com/. Apart from the creepy knickers comments, I have enjoyed the few post I’ve read. The style and humour are excellent.
Thank you
Woo hoo! Truculent horse, you're about to become an affluent equine!
ReplyDeleteI don't understand the Catcher in the Rye phenomonononon either, I hated it when we read it at college over a decade ago.
ReplyDeleteHowever, I'd love it if Iain M. Banks published 77 sci-fi every year! As it is we hardly get one every five years... I do have some of his minus-M stuff too, and that's good as well.
I thought Cryptonomicon was every blogger's favourite? Or was that just me?
ReplyDeleteI like the look of your blog, and I too found it via LC. Just in case you were keeping a record of such things.
I agree Olivia Joules etc, was rubbish, but have you read Cause Celeb by Helen Fielding, i quite liked it. Am slightly suspicious of people who claim to love The Alchemist', seems to be typical of the kind of antipodeans who come to the Uk to 'do Europe'...i am a snob.
ReplyDeleteYes, I have read Cause Celeb, quite sometime ago, and remember enjoying it very much.
ReplyDeleteThanks patroclus. I'm sorry to say I don't know Cryptonomicon though. I have a cheek calling myself a blogger.
I know EXACTLY what you mean about the tiger. All I really got from this book is that I should never embark on a long sea voyage with a large patterened animal.
ReplyDeleteI fucking hate sci fi. So dull. But each to their own I suppose. Bit like knickers really....
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