I’m STILL reading The Sweet Far Thing. I’m now about 500 pages in. I still like it a lot, but I think, at this point, I’m just reading it to see how it ends, not for the joy of reading. And that’s okay with me, I guess.
Some elements of the book are a little aggravating though, so hold on for some light venting. Gemma, the heroine, has a bit of a problem making decisions. Any decisions-big ones, little ones, ones that might save the whole universe. Also, it’s driving me crazy that there is absolutely no one in the book that you can trust. I think it takes a special skill for a writer, of say a mystery novel, to create suspense while still maintaining appropriate sanity levels. The fact that Gemma, in this book and in the other two in the series, has absolutely no one to confide in or bounce ideas off of drives me completely insane. I know that Gemma’s aloneness is one of the themes of the book, but I think Libba Bray has taken it too far in this case. Grrr . . . Also, some of the more lubricious elements make me uncomfortable. There. I said it.
In other reading news, I have left The Golden Notebook forlornly collecting dust by the side of my bed since Saturday. Maybe I’ll be able to plug through the last 300 pages of TSFT and return to TGN tomorrow. Here’s hoping.
With the recent swarm of interest in politics and the article on reading I talked about yesterday, I’ve made a resolution to read the newspaper everyday. We currently subscribe to The Deseret News, mostly for the crossword puzzles (me) and the movie/tv news (husband). This week I’m going to spend a little time after work perusing the news sections. We’ll see if my life is altered for the better. Cheerio.
Buy The Sweet Far Thing (The Gemma Doyle Trilogy)
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