Monday, December 31, 2012

Reign of Terror to Hit in 2013


As 2012 comes to a close, I ended the year by finishing a book about Satanic murders, which in no way reflects on my awesome year.  Dark Places by Gillian Flynn, author of Gone Girl and receiver of barely public blog smack down by Reader Liz, was a book I was really excited about.  It was nowhere near as good as Gone Girl but had similar themes of a creepy plot, characters I hated and an author’s imagination that is nothing less than shocking. 
Family Christmas photo with Norman as obvious scene-stealer.
I don’t usually go for “thrillers” which this book is labeled as, but I’d be willing to read anything Flynn will dream up.  Honestly the only thing that scared me about this book was the number of my Mom’s Christmas cookies I ate while reading it.  Some harsh realities will be hitting once this baby is born, and lack of sleep is only part of it.  Don’t even mention “egg nog” to me once bathing suit season gets closer.  I think I am going to swim in a turtleneck this year, which will not come as a surprise to Andrew who got a glimpse of the future ahead the second I unwrapped pajama jeans on Christmas morning.  Now here is the making of a real thriller.


Bookworm portion of cookies - reckless disregard for formerly girlish figure.
Husband still stunned by wife's gifts of Mom-wear.
Bookworm shows rather large cookie bump
at Bookworm Senior's 60th birthday soiree.
She is not 600, despite balloon confusion.
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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Previously Fun Pregnant Woman Lashes Out at Fun-Loving Drunks


Hello.  I am alive, but just barely.  I am enormously pregnant, slammed at work, and taking down ½ gallon of egg nog / week.  My life is as full as my belly. 

Enormous Pregnant Woman
is larger than decent sized Christmas tree.
Is quick to blame seasonal beverage.
Even with the crazy life in the fast lane I just described, I maintain my bookworminess, thanks to Friend and Maybe Blog Reader, Aaron.  Aaron is a Big Deal, but still finds time to support a Bookworm in Need.  He wanted me to read The Tender Bar by J.R. Moehringer so badly that he bought me a copy to put on my To Read pile.  That is a pretty bold recommendation, and an idea worth emulating, loyal fans.

I can see how this was a guy’s book.  Aaron is smart, and a writer, so I can see how it’s a book for that kind of person too.  For me, the way this guy idolized this bar and its various loser patrons was kind of an eye roll.  I mean he went on and on and on about these drunks, who we are supposed to think are deep characters just because they are well-read.  I can personally attest that being well-read doesn’t make you smart or worthy of admiration.  Being able to quote Faulkner matters little when you drink til 3am, sleep away every day and have a severe gambling problem.  And this is from someone who loves both drinking and reading (but not gambling).  Maybe my 9 months of sobriety has made me bitter.

Either way, I appreciated the gesture of receiving this book and it was definitely well-written.   I liked parts of it, but would trim out about 100 pages so that the reader can get back to their bar of choice.

FYI & You're Welcome.


Wednesday, December 5, 2012

What Some Would Call An Unnecessarily Angry Guest Post


Here’s a helpful tip for fellow bloggers – when someone requests a guest post rather than say, reluctantly giving into one, it is because they are going to rant and rave.  And likely you will be harshly targeted as the blog author.  Luckily this chick isn’t my boss anymore because it sounds like I likely would have been fired around chapter 5.  Lazy blogger that I am, I will still post this in a desperate attempt to maintain/beg for readership.  The below is unedited, which will quickly become obvious.  Especially from the screaming.

I just finished Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn, and am mourning the hours wasted on this book that are also gone and *spoiler alert* won't ultimately return. 
Bookworm & Loyal Reader Liz in happier times.
Aligned in fashion; at odds on literature.

As a loyal follower of the Paperback Bookworm, I have always held her literary opinions in high esteem.  She even piled my arms full of books at a bookstore once, accompanied said pile with the order "Okay, buy these," and without a moment's hesitation, I put my credit card on the counter and left with every single recommendation she gave me. 

Such was my prior faith in the Bookworm. 

I say "prior" because I see Gone Girl staring at me from its perch on the third rung of "Current Favorites", and CANNOT FATHOM what it did to deserve such an honor.  I've been told by the Bookworm herself that it was "a page-turner!" and that she "thought the way the story was told was so cool!"  Well, I. am. sorry.  Page-turner?  That's your qualifier?  If that's the case, why not go ahead and stick The Da Vinci Code on that list of favorites.  And a gimmicky device like diary entries?  I'd rather re-read "e: A Novel".  Or if it was the alternating first-person perspectives that really won you over, give me "The Time-Traveler's Wife" any day. 

Initially, I struggled to identify exactly what about this book made me hate it, when according to Amazon, only 10% of reviewers share my opinion.  At first, I was distracted by Amy's father-in-law, Rand Elliott, as I know a man named Rand Elliott in real life and he's a complete kook.  I struggled to reconcile Amy's uptight East Coast psychologist/author father with an eccentric architect that looks like he crawled off the set of Beetlejuice. 

But soon I went from being distracted, to being annoyed, to simply hating the whole book. Ultimately, I think what had initially intrigued me about Gone Girl - which was, embarrassingly, an interview with Gillian Flynn on The View in which she was praised for writing about what goes on behind closed doors in a marriage - is exactly what made me hate it.  This marriage would never exist because these people don't exist. And not in a well-of-course-they-don't-it's-fiction sort of way.  I mean that when I read a book, even if the main character is a serial killer on Mars, I need to feel that he/she/it could exist in real life.  That the author has enough familiarity with human behavior they are able to create a somewhat plausible character. 

It's the same rationale for why I hated Samantha Jones on "Sex and the City".  That person would never exist in real life, as that's simply not how women are wired.  Same goes for Amy.  Diary Amy?  Neurotic, but believable.  Actual Amy?  Come on.  Nick came (this close) to being salvageable as a character, but blew it in the end.  Amy's parents were a joke, as was that awful Desi.  Go was the only central character that was remotely plausible and if she did exist in real life, she would annoy me.   

Bookworm, your other recommendations are going to collect dust on the shelf a little while longer until I am able to trust you again.  (Or at least until I'm done with Jeanette Walls' FABULOUS memoir, The Glass Castle.)

All my love to World's Best Dog Norman,

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Bookworm Brags About Husband Then Threatens Him – Likely He Will Never Know About Either


Ok readers, I am pretty sure I have this Mommy-thing down pat.   True, there is no actual baby in the mix yet, so perhaps I have just mastered pregnancy.  Either way, I am writing a blog entry now while my husband single handedly cleans out the basement.  I even gave a meek offer of help and it was declined.  Clearly whatever I am doing is working. 

This is coming on top of an already stellar weekend that included going to The Outback Steakhouse with friends and afterwards finishing the last few minutes of our audiobook Whiteout by Ken Follett.

Actually, Follett probably gets more credit than anyone for holding this family together, especially on long, frustrating traffic-filled drives where relationships are at their most fragile.  Once again he delivered a fast-moving, interesting thrill ride of a tale with a couple of wholly unnecessary sex scenes to make sure you are paying attention.  This audio book also happened to be the perfect length of 12.5 hours and was free from the local library so it won points all over the place.

In conclusion, my aforementioned Perfect Husband just saw me typing away and told me he thought I had given up on my blog.  He is not winning points as a loyal reader, so that basement better be spotless.

Mama chugs non-alcoholic beer at The Outback Steakhouse,
thus embracing "No Rules, Just Right" brand promise.
Photo credit: Andrew The Instagram Lover