Me: Buys a tone of books that have ‘romance’ as one of the genres every time there’s an anxiety attack (seeking ‘comfort books’ like cheeseburgers).
Also me: Gets genuinely surprised and disappointed when plot/romance balance exceeds(on the romance side) 70/30 and characters can’t stop thinking about sex… (like I thought I was buying something else).
I also complain about cheesy covers and titles. But then keep buying fantasy, sci-fi, and historical romance books anyway. And stuff them into my brain like gauze into bleeding wound.
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It took me ridiculously long time to realize that I always have unexplainable bruises not because I’m clumsy and bump into things, but because I’m scratching myself to bruises.
I only wish I could stop doing it in front of people and at work.
Though if I wasn’t going to work I probably wouldn’t be scratching.
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I’m on a dark dark loop where I can’t stop feeling strong resentment towards people for having it easier than me (not some random people, but someone right in front of me, in almost the same circumstances, doing what I can’d do and having 3 times less obstacles while doing it), and then resenting myself double for feeling that kind of resentment. I shouldn’t be looking into others’plates. Even if they shove them under my nose. But damn it sucks.
It also sucks that I can’t even vent without feeling guilty about it and am back to crying in bathrooms.
This book genuinely surprised me. Mostly because I reached that point where I don’t really expect to ever like anything YA anymore. This books is filled with sparks of something great that speak of real talent. (Personally, I think the author should just drop the YA and switch to full-scale adult fantasy.) Each character is a fully developed separate entity, and it is very clear when the POV changes. Their backgrounds and personalities are detailed and captivating. Personally, as someone with ASD, I appreciated the insight into Zofia’s mind. The world is complicated, with elaborate descriptions that sometimes feel even a bit too complicated, but I think it only makes it more attractive for the imagination. I loved many of the descriptions, especially the ones that included characters’ feelings about the landscape around them. The interactions between characters are great, even if there were a couple of times where they were overplayed for the sake of humor and broke the immersion. I’m not a fan of puzzle-mysteries or ‘heist action’ stories, but the writing and the characters kept me reading and kept me interested in this world. I have mixed feelings about the composition of the ending and the related angst… the decisions made for a couple of human relationships and ‘down-up-further down’ emotion structure were not particularly pleasant, but somehow I want to hope that some things will be righted in the next books. Definitely a series to follow.
Single earphone in one ear -> two earphones, but taking one out occasionally -> nose-canceling headphones on -> one earphone in one ear with music in it and headphones over it with game or drama/movies in them, to be able to listen to both at the same time.
I think there’s a meme that fits this format.
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Whenever I read any kind of space sci-fi, I miss Vulcans. I feel there should be more Vulcans everywhere.
In the Woods by Tana French happened to be one of those books that felt ‘pushed onto me by the universe’ (meaning the promotion was pretty good, I guess), because I kept seeing mentions of it everywhere, beginning with pictures from unrelated people on different sites and ending with reading a mention of it in fiction. I gave it a shot and it was very… strange. It’s a very strange work, which is difficult to hate and difficult to love, felt like a battle to read and left me very suspicious. I couldn’t make up my mind how I feel about this book for it’s entirety, and I still don’t know how I feel about it and that’s what bothers me about it. I also learned a few things about myself: – I still have trouble reading stuff in 1st person POV. (Especially when the protagonists is an idiot.) – It’s worse when protagonist keeps talking to the reader in every single chapter, and, most importantly, assuming something about the reader. (There was one paragraph towards the end about ‘she fooled you too’ which was especially bad.) – I really don’t like it when authors keep using ‘hooks’ to keep people reading, like ‘much later I understood that this was my biggest mistake of all’ to make them wonder what will go wrong in the very end, while you’re still about half way through, and such. It felt like the book was full of them – little mentions of strangest things that are designed to keep the reader interested, but hardly ever connect anywhere (at least not in the fist book), and the use of these techniques irritates me to no end. – I don’t know how I feel about works that are not being clear about their genre. On one hand, it’s might be more interesting that way, when you literally have no idea in which direction it’s going to take you and have to keep guessing… On the other hand, if you want to read a mystery, but get only a psychological human clusterfluff, it’s rather frustrating. But this is something I noticed about many latest UK police dramas – a lot of them tend to feature hard-to-sympathize-with main characters that keep fluffing up as actual human beings can be expected to, and their personal lives make more of the story than actual police work and mysteries. Overall, since I liked the writer’s language, I decided that I’ll let myself get ‘baited’ and read the second book to see there will be any change or progress, before I can decide if I like it or hate it… but I can’t say that it left a pleasant aftertaste at all.
I can’t even begin to tell how often I forget where I am. When it happens during the night, when I’m reading in bed and the light from the kindle I read fanfiction on prevents me from seeing everything else in the room, I kind of love it. Because I forget which room and which bed I am in, and feel weightless. Other times? Not so much.
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I don’t know what changed and why now, but words with multiple different meanings have been jumping out at me and confusing the hell out of me like they never did before.
When you hear that someone is a ‘vet’, do you think veteran or veterinarian? When you hear ‘groom’, do you think wedding or stables? We can go on and on. The problem is, if there’s no context, what makes you pick the right one? And what makes you stop?
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Prague
I have a difficult relationship with it. But it’s one of the places I grew up in.
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sometimes I get these moments when I feel like writing might the very only and last thing I have for myself
and in the next moment I hate it, my writing, for it with all my heart
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can I please have a person who would just care to talk at me (and sometimes for me) and not expect me to engage in any social interactions adequately pretty please
I’m that person who clicks ‘buy’ on bunch of books without really checking too much details (because I also don’t like spoilers) while she is heaving an anxiety attack and needs to grab all the books, and then gets a surprise of 1) receiving a 70 page booky when she expected a full-length novel; 2) realizing that even though it says ‘Book 1 of ‘Grey Wolf’ series’) the ‘series’ have nothing but this 70 page booky released in 2015. … What can you do. … All I can say is ‘too bad’, because I would’ve actually enjoy reading a series with this character as the protagonist. This was a nice short story.
among the stages of ‘reading fluffy fanfiction therapy’, there’s this very distinctive stage of ‘reading fluffy fanfiction about bookstores’. it comes after the ‘reading flaffy fanfiction about coffee and/or writing’ and when things are pretty damn awful. it doesn’t even really matter what fandom it is. (it could be an original fiction for all I care, but people for some reason don’t publish fluffy therapeutic fiction unless it’s for children. Or at least I haven’t seen it.)
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I may be naive and childish, but I liked Internet so much more when people kept blogs and SNS accounts as ‘public personal diaries’, rather than for ‘businesses’.
What I liked is to read and look and stuff people posted for themselves, not asking and not caring what ‘readers’ wanted to see and how many views it would bring them.
I found a lot of good IRL friends through blogs like that when I was younger.
Even if me and my apergers are not any good at keeping said friends over distances as close as I would really like to, we still keep in touch. Which is more than I can really say about any people I met any other way.
I just… don’t understand why people would not choose ‘real and personal’ over everything else (and especially why they would create ‘fake personal to sell’).
Keina Daria 