have some insanity! half-off!
Feb. 3rd, 2007 05:34 pmi. Last night, ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lady_moriel inadvertently forced me to recall in vivid detail the worst novel I have ever read. She doesn't know it, because the really long comment I wrote got eaten by Vox (and what I was replying to didn't have anything to do with really bad novels), but, oy, I am dying to recap what I remember about the book, because it was so bad that it was really brilliant. I hunted it up on Amazon somehow, despite having forgotten the title and only remembering the female protagonist's truly terrible name (Volanna. VOLANNA. I kept imagining her with whiskers.), and it is all flooding back to me in great, nauseating waves. I really am going to have to recap it. I almost want to read it again, so that I can piece together what I remember about The Mysterious Child From Nowhere (Except Totally Not) and "some stars and planety stuff crashed! Let's betroth our infant children right now!" and The Really Buxom Girl From The Bakery(?) And Her Scheming Mother, and the Really Hawt Blacksmith-Except-Not Protagonist, whose physical fantasticness had to be mentioned at least five times per chapter, and the Awkward Prophecy, and The Evil Bloke Volanna Is Supposed to Marry (look, rule of thumb, do not promise your children to people with names like Lomar. It is just a bad idea.) and, oh blimey, the heavy-handed morality lessons and jarring references to the Old Testament (in a fantasy novel, and it wasn't historical fantasy, either). I also found out that there are sequels, which a very sick and disturbed part of me also wants to read, and egad I need therapy now.
ii.builtofsorrow (in particular) will be interested to know that Simon Winchester, author of the fantastically titled The Professor and the Madman: A Tale of Murder, Insanity, and the Making of the Oxford English Dictionary (!!!!), has written another book about our beloved OED, by the name of The Meaning of Everything: The Story of the Oxford English Dictionary. (I couldn't help but think forty-two! it's forty-two! over and over again, because...well, because.) I checked it out from the library this afternoon and can hardly wait to read it.
iv. I totally forgot to add to the Deathly Hallows release date squee, which I am definitely having, but it is a lot more mild than it will get later. I mean, when we start getting spoilers, or a book cover, or maybe when summer is getting nearer, I am going to be a lot more frenetic in my fangirly glee. Right now, it's mainly just 'oh, nifty, now I know where to direct the squee'. (Still, the next time I visit Waldenbooks and there is a preorder sign on the desk, I am going to skip joyously. Again. Er. Did I mention that a while back, before there was a title or a release date, my local Waldenbooks was advertising preordering, and I scurried behind some shelves to skip gleefully, and then skipped, beaming widely, through the mall, cackling to myself?)
I pulled up Amazon to look for something else and impulsively clicked on the Deathly Hallows advertisement (ad-VER-tis-ment). There was a page of forum discussions, one of which was titled 'shipping' and had forty replies. I thought, 'oh no, what are they bickering about now?' and clicked it out of morbid curiosity.
It was about shipping, all right. The sort involving boxes and the kinds of dates made of numbers and UPS. Nary a romantic pairing in sight.
Fandom has ruined my mind.
lady_moriel inadvertently forced me to recall in vivid detail the worst novel I have ever read. She doesn't know it, because the really long comment I wrote got eaten by Vox (and what I was replying to didn't have anything to do with really bad novels), but, oy, I am dying to recap what I remember about the book, because it was so bad that it was really brilliant. I hunted it up on Amazon somehow, despite having forgotten the title and only remembering the female protagonist's truly terrible name (Volanna. VOLANNA. I kept imagining her with whiskers.), and it is all flooding back to me in great, nauseating waves. I really am going to have to recap it. I almost want to read it again, so that I can piece together what I remember about The Mysterious Child From Nowhere (Except Totally Not) and "some stars and planety stuff crashed! Let's betroth our infant children right now!" and The Really Buxom Girl From The Bakery(?) And Her Scheming Mother, and the Really Hawt Blacksmith-Except-Not Protagonist, whose physical fantasticness had to be mentioned at least five times per chapter, and the Awkward Prophecy, and The Evil Bloke Volanna Is Supposed to Marry (look, rule of thumb, do not promise your children to people with names like Lomar. It is just a bad idea.) and, oh blimey, the heavy-handed morality lessons and jarring references to the Old Testament (in a fantasy novel, and it wasn't historical fantasy, either). I also found out that there are sequels, which a very sick and disturbed part of me also wants to read, and egad I need therapy now. ii.
builtofsorrow (in particular) will be interested to know that Simon Winchester, author of the fantastically titled The Professor and the Madman: A Tale of Murder, Insanity, and the Making of the Oxford English Dictionary (!!!!), has written another book about our beloved OED, by the name of The Meaning of Everything: The Story of the Oxford English Dictionary. (I couldn't help but think forty-two! it's forty-two! over and over again, because...well, because.) I checked it out from the library this afternoon and can hardly wait to read it. iv. I totally forgot to add to the Deathly Hallows release date squee, which I am definitely having, but it is a lot more mild than it will get later. I mean, when we start getting spoilers, or a book cover, or maybe when summer is getting nearer, I am going to be a lot more frenetic in my fangirly glee. Right now, it's mainly just 'oh, nifty, now I know where to direct the squee'. (Still, the next time I visit Waldenbooks and there is a preorder sign on the desk, I am going to skip joyously. Again. Er. Did I mention that a while back, before there was a title or a release date, my local Waldenbooks was advertising preordering, and I scurried behind some shelves to skip gleefully, and then skipped, beaming widely, through the mall, cackling to myself?)
I pulled up Amazon to look for something else and impulsively clicked on the Deathly Hallows advertisement (ad-VER-tis-ment). There was a page of forum discussions, one of which was titled 'shipping' and had forty replies. I thought, 'oh no, what are they bickering about now?' and clicked it out of morbid curiosity.
It was about shipping, all right. The sort involving boxes and the kinds of dates made of numbers and UPS. Nary a romantic pairing in sight.
Fandom has ruined my mind.
