It’s honestly one of my worst books I’ve ever read. I had to read it in high school, and like you, thought if I pushed through it, and prevailed, it would get better, but it didn’t. If I were you, if you have more deserving books, read those.
Books, like music, are entirely subjective when it comes to enjoyment. Me? I like Gatsby, but I thought Catcher was fucking crap.
I think I’m going to abandon it for now. Maybe, maybe when I’ve nothing but time on my hands, I’ll come back to it.
But right now, I’m resenting it because I’m not enjoying it, and resenting it because it’s keeping me from other books that I could be enjoying.
Did you know, I’ve not read Asimov’s Foundation books, for instance? Or ANY Danny Wallace / Dave Gorman books? Or, really, any books for the past 15 years. So, I’m prioritising. Books that I enjoy now, and the rest I’ll come back to.
I’m not enjoying reading it, and every cunt telling me it’s the greatest book ever written is just compounding to make me feel like I’m just not getting it.
So, is this one of those books that is actually shit, but has one good bit at the end, so, by the time you’ve invested 20 hours into the characters lives, you convince yourself that you enjoyed every minute of it?
Because, frankly, if that’s the case, I’ve more deserving books in my queue….
Anyone got any input? I’m 34% of the way through…which is about page 58. Should I keep pushing on? Or should I be enjoying it by now?
guys down here seem to do that too, although it’s always the minging ones. Men with no chest hair freak me out, I don’t get why they shave :/
It does seem to be predominately chavvy/neddy guys who whip their shirts off at the first sight of sun…But then, maybe these are the sorts of guys who do sports in such sunny conditions? Or at least, maybe having your shirt off makes finding veins easier, the junkie fuckers. ¬_¬
They dip themselves in wax and strip off. its how the nasal voice is made. also are you in work today?
I hope it fucking hurts them. lol. But yes, I’m in work. If your coming in for some refreshments, feel free to bring some bikini clad hotties, so I can at least live vicariously via you and pretend I went to the beach today, rather than being stuck in here. Le sigh.
Right...so, y'know when it's hot out ( like it is just now )?
And people just stop wearing clothes….
Like, just normal people, walking down the street. This might be a Scotland only thing, because we NEVER get sunshine, so when we do everyone just goes mental, but you’ll see guys walking down the street with their tshirts off and in their hand….
And I’ve only just realised that none of them have any body hair. Is that a normal thing? Am I supposed to be shaving/waxing?
Because, I’m a hairy motherfucker. No one told me I was supposed to be shaving my chest. Who does that? What the fuck man?
And, like, do these guys think “oh, well there’s some good weather coming, I better shave” or do they just shave all year round on the off chance it’s a nice day?
so apparently tumblr did something awesome and connected all our tumblr accounts to facebook. it’s not directly logged in to our facebook accounts but just in case deselect that shit under ‘blog settings’.
Did you and Katie know that don't tell the bride are looking for contestants? :) x
At first when we thought of it, it seemed like an awesome thing…them giving us £12,000 to spunk on a wedding….And I genuinely believe I could pull it off and pull it off well….
But the more we thought about it…..I’d have to be away from Katie and Sophie for 3 weeks. That’s about a 10th of her life so far ( give or take because I’m shit at maths )…. It kills me enough that I have to come to work everyday and miss out on seeing them for 9 hours, I can’t imagine the state I’d be in after 3 weeks!
Then again, it’s not like we’re swimming in spare cash, so…I’ll say to her when I get home tonight.
Snapshots, I’m not too bad at, I’ll admit. But anything that even borders on having to look “commercial” or the sort of thing anyone would pay money for….. it’s out of my league :(
I’ve often considered going to college, taking a photography course. But really, the only use that would be would be time….time where I was concentrating on nothing but photography….I don’t think I’ve anything more to learn about the actual functions of a camera or studio lights or any of that jazz.
Trying to think of the books I’ve read, off the top of my head…is a fucking challenge! Not that I’ve read millions of books…..just my memory is shite.
But I know I need to read more. That’s why I wanted a Kindle. So that I had no real excuse.
And right enough, in the 2 weeks that I’ve owned said Kindle, I’ve read nearly 4 books! That’s good going for me. Considering I barely get any spare time. ( two of these books were relatively throw-away and sparse, but the other two are actual proper books! )
My mom is 60, so yeah I’m sure she should be capable of remembering, but then again I think my mom is 40 most of the time. Hah. Anyways, yeah maybe you should do that if she’ll accept a tattoo. Knowing my mother she’d never go for that haha.
But I really hope that problem gets solved for you.
lol I may actually die laughing if my mum got a tattoo…when I told her that I was considering a tattoo for my birthday as a present from Katie, she was incredulous. Bear in mind I’m 30 and I almost thought she was going to put her foot down and be all “No son of mine is getting a tattoo” but she didn’t quite go that far. lol.
Ach, it’ll all be ok in the end. If it’s not ok, it’s not the end, eh? A Sophie by any other name would still smell of poo and baby rice and all that.
:( That’s really sad. How old is your mother if you don’t mind me asking? Hah, funny man. It actually scares the shit out of me to think the world is ending. Anyways, maybe you should get her a type of present with your daughters correct name on it?
Like a locket or frame or something so she’ll remember it?
At a guess, I’d say she’s 60ish? I dunno…it’s never really come up in conversation….. Every birthday, she insists she’s “21 again!”, which makes accurate timekeeping somewhat problematic.
So, I mean, she’s not ancient. She should still be mentally capable and all…
Maybe I’ll get her a tattoo on her hand, so that when she’s reaching out to buy something, it’ll just say “HER NAME IS ACTUALLY SOPHIE” and she’ll be all “Oh Cheers hand!” and move along the aisle to the -IE section.
The worst part is, at Christmas, she got Soph a letter from Santa. And my mum made a big deal about how we could keep this forever, a memento of Sophie’s first Christmas and we’d look back on it in years to come with such fond memories. Obviously, it was addressed to Sofia. So, I spoke to her, tried to figure out if she, I dunno, misheard me during the big birth announcement.
She got REAL upset. Like, y’know the rare occasion when you see your mum cry, and you just crumple yourself….it was on the verge of one of those situations. She felt terrible. In fact, I felt like the dick for bringing it up…it was heartbreaking.
Ah well, I guess we only need to put up with it until December. Then, y’know, end of the world and all….so….problem solved?
Any time I try to talk to anyone in the street they don’t listen and just tell me that they don’t have any spare change. And shopkeepers shoo me from their premises, lest I set up camp and live there :(