It’s been a while since I’ve made a post about a book I just completed. If you look on the Hi There, you’ll notice I won’t bash books. What does that disclaimer have to do with anything?
it left zero lasting impression on me after I turned the last page
Well, I’ve started and stopped maybe twenty books since the last one I finished and posted about. I did manage to finish one book completely. While it wasn’t terrible by any stretch, it left zero lasting impression on me after I turned the last page.
This is the problem with not being able to just read anything I get my hands on. There’s a book I was reading for the last eleven days. Normally I finish a book, on average, in five days. I stopped reading it today, 2/3 finished with it, because I found no compelling reason to finish the book.
The unfortunate part of that visual is, it’s how I feel about most books I read.
There’s a weird alien thing in a host body. They’re fighting other weird alien things, and this cardboard character-duo may die or may get the girl. Who knows. I just kept picturing particleboard in the shape of a square, only it was all sawdust and no glue. The unfortunate part of that visual is, it’s how I feel about most books I read. The stories are just a bunch of sentences strung together to create either an incoherent mess or something that loses steam around the halfway point and hopes to coast to a finish.
It’s how I feel though, which is why I won’t publicly bash another author’s work. Bad form.
The voice of his stories is hauntingly captivating.
I have not given up on the written word of other authors, no matter how many “good stories” I find to be quite trite and not worth reading. Nay! I continue to plod along, starting and stopping these “good stories”, for I know I will eventually come across another story that sings to me, and I finally picked up that story. I am enjoying it with such intensity that I’m reading every single word.
ECHOPRAXIA by Peter Watts.
Peter Watts is amazing. The voice of his stories is hauntingly captivating. I really do feel the world is going to shit for the protagonist, but in an utterly gorgeous way that is quite oxymoronic. Don’t worry, my post where I gush about ECHOPRAXIA, will be more well thought out than this paragraph.
Now I just have to steel myself to be let down by another dozen books, before I find another one that I’ll finish, or…Maybe I’ll get lucky and the book after ECHOPRAXIA will be one I stay excited with from cover to cover.