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I've had a couple of moment lately where I said "I should write an entry about that!" but I can't remember what they were, due to the slight heat wave we've been experiencing, leading to a lack of sleep.
Oh, and the weirdly obsessive reading I've been doing lately. I just finished a re-read of all eight Anne of Green Gables books (I almost wrote Anne of Green Bagels there), which was interesting on so many levels, not least of which was a sort of bittersweet nostalgia for the way I thought the world ought to work when I was a child. And, you know, the sheer delight of reading someone who can create character and scenery with a few well-picked words.
Then there were The Hunger Games. I'd read the first one a while ago, liked it, and... not gotten around to the second or third (this was not due to lack of interest, but lack of time and really long wait times for the library copies). However, I was spurred into finishing them by my boss' daughter, who does not like Twilight and thinks The Hunger Games is amazing. Really, really good reads. I think I want to re-read them so I can think about them a little more not that I don't have to devour them to find out what happens.
Speaking of finding out what happens, apparently spoilers actually increase our enjoyment of a material. I can't believe this is universally true, or at least not true in the sense that any and all spoilers are welcome. I think it changes our enjoyment of books/tv/movies more than increases it. For instance, I was spoiled for Sixth Sense and still quite enjoyed it, but I missed the opportunity to have that thrill of discovery, the moment when the whole movie clicks into place and releases you from suspense.
I LOVE those moments. There was one in Animorphs* that was so delightful, so unexpected, that I actually had a histerical laughing fit in my kitchen, and I wouldn't have traded that for a million spoilers. Those moments get less frequent as I get older, as I run through the possible twists and permutations of common tropes, as I draw my bell curves to edge out surprises.
And I miss them.
*Stop laughing. Animorphs was awesome.
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annerbhp: I read The Thief, and will start reading the next one either today or tomorrow. (I liiiiiiked it, although I guessed... everything. *g*)
P.P.S. Is it Sanctuary time yet?
Oh, and the weirdly obsessive reading I've been doing lately. I just finished a re-read of all eight Anne of Green Gables books (I almost wrote Anne of Green Bagels there), which was interesting on so many levels, not least of which was a sort of bittersweet nostalgia for the way I thought the world ought to work when I was a child. And, you know, the sheer delight of reading someone who can create character and scenery with a few well-picked words.
Then there were The Hunger Games. I'd read the first one a while ago, liked it, and... not gotten around to the second or third (this was not due to lack of interest, but lack of time and really long wait times for the library copies). However, I was spurred into finishing them by my boss' daughter, who does not like Twilight and thinks The Hunger Games is amazing. Really, really good reads. I think I want to re-read them so I can think about them a little more not that I don't have to devour them to find out what happens.
Speaking of finding out what happens, apparently spoilers actually increase our enjoyment of a material. I can't believe this is universally true, or at least not true in the sense that any and all spoilers are welcome. I think it changes our enjoyment of books/tv/movies more than increases it. For instance, I was spoiled for Sixth Sense and still quite enjoyed it, but I missed the opportunity to have that thrill of discovery, the moment when the whole movie clicks into place and releases you from suspense.
I LOVE those moments. There was one in Animorphs* that was so delightful, so unexpected, that I actually had a histerical laughing fit in my kitchen, and I wouldn't have traded that for a million spoilers. Those moments get less frequent as I get older, as I run through the possible twists and permutations of common tropes, as I draw my bell curves to edge out surprises.
And I miss them.
*Stop laughing. Animorphs was awesome.
P.S.
annerbhp: I read The Thief, and will start reading the next one either today or tomorrow. (I liiiiiiked it, although I guessed... everything. *g*)P.P.S. Is it Sanctuary time yet?
