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Dec. 1st, 2002 02:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckFriday was a kind of blah day. I did a little more cleaning while Scott was at work, but my back quickly started hurting a lot. In the end, I set myself up on the loveseat with the best back support I could manage and rewatched Fantasia 2000 and Into the Woods.
Scott had had plans for the evening, but they fell through because one of the people he was supposed to get together with (They were going to try a vast networked game of Diablo II) wasn't feeling well. We put on Junkyard Wars and alternated between trying to do further cleaning and trying to relax. I worked on trying to find a position in which my back didn't hurt quite so much, but... No real luck there.
I'm working on two books at the moment, Emily Drake's The Magickers and Rosamunde Pilcher's Coming Home. I'm finding the former difficult because it just doesn't quite engage me. The characters have kind of blurred together, and I'm not certain I care about the plot. It's a pity because I think the reaction may be more me than the book; it's hard to be entirely sure. It's a children's book very much in the Harry Potter mold so far as I can tell. A bunch of kids end up at a by invitation summer camp and gradually discover that they're being taught magic. Perhaps it's the Harry Potter clone syndrome that bothers me so much. I'll probably finish it eventually, but that may not happen any time soon.
Coming Home is difficult for another reason. It starts out in Cornwall in 1935. The heroine is 14 and full of dreams. Her family's in Singapore, and she keeps meeting boys and young men who are also full of dreams. I've peeked at the end of the book, and it follows the heroine to the end of the war. I'm really enjoying the book, but... I can't take it in large doses. It's sort of like watching a train wreck. At the moment, the book's reached the summer of 1939, and the heroine's planning to go to Singapore in October. Nobody seems to have the faintest notion that war in Asia is possible, but they're all concerned about Europe. I know that the odds are that most of the female characters, at least those in England, will make it through the war, but the male characters... Well.
Scott had had plans for the evening, but they fell through because one of the people he was supposed to get together with (They were going to try a vast networked game of Diablo II) wasn't feeling well. We put on Junkyard Wars and alternated between trying to do further cleaning and trying to relax. I worked on trying to find a position in which my back didn't hurt quite so much, but... No real luck there.
I'm working on two books at the moment, Emily Drake's The Magickers and Rosamunde Pilcher's Coming Home. I'm finding the former difficult because it just doesn't quite engage me. The characters have kind of blurred together, and I'm not certain I care about the plot. It's a pity because I think the reaction may be more me than the book; it's hard to be entirely sure. It's a children's book very much in the Harry Potter mold so far as I can tell. A bunch of kids end up at a by invitation summer camp and gradually discover that they're being taught magic. Perhaps it's the Harry Potter clone syndrome that bothers me so much. I'll probably finish it eventually, but that may not happen any time soon.
Coming Home is difficult for another reason. It starts out in Cornwall in 1935. The heroine is 14 and full of dreams. Her family's in Singapore, and she keeps meeting boys and young men who are also full of dreams. I've peeked at the end of the book, and it follows the heroine to the end of the war. I'm really enjoying the book, but... I can't take it in large doses. It's sort of like watching a train wreck. At the moment, the book's reached the summer of 1939, and the heroine's planning to go to Singapore in October. Nobody seems to have the faintest notion that war in Asia is possible, but they're all concerned about Europe. I know that the odds are that most of the female characters, at least those in England, will make it through the war, but the male characters... Well.
