![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Or, bookish post! Where I blog about books! Books I've actually read!
In order to recover from the woe-riffic emotional BSoD (Blue Screen of Death) I suffered this week, I lost myself in a couple of books that I had started reading eons ago and forgot to finish. The first is called Hominids, by Robert J. Sawyer.
( An epic mashup of Neanderthals and Causality! )
Also, I read James Blish's Spock Must Die (1970), the first-ever original Star Trek novel published. ( *puts on beta hat and ranty pants* )
But getting back to the title of this post, I've now started reading The Mummy, or Ramses the Damned (1989), by the one-and-only Anne Rice (or, She-Who-Writes-Fangirl-Bait-and-Then-Forbids-Them-to-Write-Fanfic). I've never read any of her other works (but Interview with a Vampire was a cool movie), and the vampire thing is getting so overplayed lately that I was eager to sink my teeth into a different kind of Undead-Guy tale.
It's a 400-pager of which I am 70 pages in, and I don't know if I'm going to make it, you guys. I can't tell if Rice is deliberately trying to be pulpy and cliche, or if she's just not that good of a writer (I suspect a bit of both), because the mummy is barely out of his wrappings (quite literally) and already the lead heroine is swooning over Teh Hawtness and Teh Sexxy that is Ramses the Damned. And that line in the title is a direct quote, from page 69, and I just had to share it because it's lolarious.
Any bookish thoughts about these selected books, or any suggestions for my reading list would be tremendously welcome!
In order to recover from the woe-riffic emotional BSoD (Blue Screen of Death) I suffered this week, I lost myself in a couple of books that I had started reading eons ago and forgot to finish. The first is called Hominids, by Robert J. Sawyer.
( An epic mashup of Neanderthals and Causality! )
Also, I read James Blish's Spock Must Die (1970), the first-ever original Star Trek novel published. ( *puts on beta hat and ranty pants* )
But getting back to the title of this post, I've now started reading The Mummy, or Ramses the Damned (1989), by the one-and-only Anne Rice (or, She-Who-Writes-Fangirl-Bait-and-Then-Forbids-Them-to-Write-Fanfic). I've never read any of her other works (but Interview with a Vampire was a cool movie), and the vampire thing is getting so overplayed lately that I was eager to sink my teeth into a different kind of Undead-Guy tale.
It's a 400-pager of which I am 70 pages in, and I don't know if I'm going to make it, you guys. I can't tell if Rice is deliberately trying to be pulpy and cliche, or if she's just not that good of a writer (I suspect a bit of both), because the mummy is barely out of his wrappings (quite literally) and already the lead heroine is swooning over Teh Hawtness and Teh Sexxy that is Ramses the Damned. And that line in the title is a direct quote, from page 69, and I just had to share it because it's lolarious.
Any bookish thoughts about these selected books, or any suggestions for my reading list would be tremendously welcome!
