Goodreads, and GRers themselves, fundamentally inspire the reading of books and the writing of reviews and the interactions that occur as a result of Goodreads, and GRers themselves, fundamentally inspire the reading of books and the writing of reviews and the interactions that occur as a result of the collisions of both. The variations that inspiration engenders could probably be calculated using non-linear mathematics by the author of this speculative fiction piece given his prodigious applied and theoretical background in computing science, his achievements in chess, and his other publications.
This collection of reviews is, in part, the author's attempt to demonstrate concretely the reviewing styles available to the reader, should he or she choose to depart from the orthodoxy. While it is not a how-to Emannuel per se, it does contain explicit examples of the more popular adumbrations that abound. However, the author has failed to incorporate an increasingly popular trend emerging from various regions which employs the counterbalance of adopted melodies to emphasise, or even explicate, the value of the work being appraised. This should not detract either the casual observer or the interested scholar from approaching Pooh as a useful tool in self-expression; on the contrary, it can aid in both the germination and release of new ideas, methodologies for analysis, and general pontification on the meaning of life, the universe, and everything.
THE EURHYTHMICS: Love is a Stranger*
Reviews like a stranger in the world of books To tempt you in and lead you far away Reviews like a stranger in the world of books To tempt you in and whirl you far away
And you read them, and you read them, and you read them here's a confession And you read them, and you read them, and you read them it's an obsession
Reviews are a danger of a viral kind To seduce your senses and manipulate your mind And books, books, books are a dangerous drug You have to imbibe them and you still can't to-be-read enough
They're savage and they're cruel and they shine like destruction They're an inferno and a deluge and they create their own religion They're noble and they're brutal, they distort and derange They drench you in thought and leave you in carnage.
And you read them, and you read them, and you read them it's an obsession
Reviews guilt edged, glamorous and sleek by design Reviewers fabulous by nature, riotous and wild They dazzle and they drain you and it's totally cruel They touch you and tease as you wander through the melee.
And you read them, and you read them, and you read them here's a confession And you read them, and you read them, and you read them it's an obsession.
Sometime before my tenth birthday I read this book for the first time. I hated it. And I read it again. And again. I still hate it. And the Disney verSometime before my tenth birthday I read this book for the first time. I hated it. And I read it again. And again. I still hate it. And the Disney version is even worse....more
London, in the summer, is like a bitch on heat. Sweltering, can't settle, roams around in your mind and makes you dream of electronic sheep. The sun nLondon, in the summer, is like a bitch on heat. Sweltering, can't settle, roams around in your mind and makes you dream of electronic sheep. The sun never quite disappears, hovering at the edge of the horizon as you stagger slick and sweaty from club to club, chasing the buzz of the next beat, and grinning brilliantly at you as you crawl home, spent and abused, from another night in the pleasure heart of the capital. Be grateful you can sleep it off, despite the flies congregating along your carcass.
Richard, lame, never really in the game, and rolling punch-drunk with the unravelling of his career (his ex-wife has already seen it all coming and done a bunk, leaving his autistic child in the welfare hands of the state) realises, at the bottom of the stairs, that his massive heart attack has left him very, very, dead. His body is no longer a temple, but a charnel house, and the loss of his earthly goodness is the proverbial kick-in-the-butt he needs to metamorphose into his nemesis, his partner in film crime (who incidentally, has been boning Richard's ex). Now that he's dead, Richard feels he has enough reason to rid himself of his partner. He shoots him, and his ex-wife, into the bargain.
Meanwhile, something odd is happening on the street. The punters, chasing the elusive Soho good time, are getting off on public suicide. Blood is being spilled in tres bizarre fashion. A couple of unlikely cops are called in to piece together the motley clues, leading to the local minder, Midas, who possesses the rare ability to everything he touches not just into gold but green. Loverly, vibrant, verdant, blossoming, green. Midas is a modern day Satyr.
It is only when Richard realises the truth of his life, the necessity of his death, that Midas bankrolls his next film project. Richard doesn't win any Oscars, but at least his week in hell has been worth it....more
Being a serial book-adulterer I have fallen into and wandered out of love with an amoral number of books - but I remain forever in thrall to the AlexaBeing a serial book-adulterer I have fallen into and wandered out of love with an amoral number of books - but I remain forever in thrall to the Alexandria Quartet.
Of course, I may change my mind in ten years. Let's just wait and see....more
I'm a fan of the Harry Potter series, let me say that at the outset.
Those perspicacious and persevering review police among you will note I changed myI'm a fan of the Harry Potter series, let me say that at the outset.
Those perspicacious and persevering review police among you will note I changed my rating of HPDH from 5 to 4.
This happened after a dangerously near-death overdose of LOTR dvds, and subsequent (why-oh-why can I not accept the movie as it is without having to go back afterwards and bury myself in the book?!?!) bleary-eyed-and-blinking-through of how many squillion pages of Tolkien's prose, whereby I'm forced to admit:
there are too many similiarities between LOTR and HPDH (and to be honest, much of the whole of the HP series) for me to ignore any longer.
Gandalf flying from Saruman's Tower on the back of the eagle = Sirius flying from the Tower on the back of Buckbeak;
The ring (oh the weight of it) = the locket growing heavier and influencing its wearer; and
Gollum = Scabbers, Gandalf = Dumbledore, Frodo = Harry (they even look the same in the movies!).
I won't bore you with the rest, nor comparisons to the Le Morte d'Arthur.
But is HPDH still worth reading? Is it still entertaining? Will I return to immerse myself Harry's world?