Yep. It happened. I got back into the mood of not wanting to blog because I found it boring or tedious or whatever the hell else I came up with to use as an excuse. Oh well, hopefully this random post will help me to come out of that rut!
A couple of weeks ago, I made a small library haul so that I could get my BF some books to read at work. I ended up reading most of the books, but that wasn’t all that surprising. Out of 6 books, I read 3. The other 3 consisted of one that was in my BF’s mother tongue and 2 that were each part of a series. Number 9 and Number 18 in their respective series. I still can’t get over those numbers…
Anyway, the lucky books that I finished were Roald Dahl’s Book of Ghost Stories, The Kalevala, and By the Light of the Moon.
Coincidentally, a couple of days before I went to the library, I had watched the movie Matilda which is based on the book of the same name by Roald Dahl, so as soon as I saw his name, I honed in on the slim black book on the shelf. It also helped that I love reading ghost stories and paranormal stuff in general! At first I thought that Roald Dahl had been the one to write them, but then I read the ‘Compiled by’ at the bottom. That didn’t quell my enthusiasm though! Too bad this book was just a compilation of disappointments.
Whenever I read a book, I will usually read the introductions if they have one, and this one did. It talked about how Roald Dahl came up with this idea for a TV show about scary ghost stories, which led to him searching for the creepiest ones he could find. That idea floundered due to a TV faux pas, so he just put them together in this book. Since Dahl spoke about how long it took him to find stories of this caliber, I was really excited to start reading. First story: Snore. And that is how it continued with most of the stories in this book. The only one that I can genuinely remember as freaky was Harry by Rosemary Timperley, though even that, I admit, is probably because my mind mixed it in with my particular tastes, but that is a story for another day.
Now, after finishing this book, my guess would be that Dahl based this more on a creepy psychological factor rather than outright terror. You know, like how you watch a movie that really isn’t scary, but you get freaked out because you realize ‘Oh shit, that can actually happen to me!’? Even coming to that conclusion didn’t help my overall opinion of this book. It just was not filled with stories that gave me the creeps or nightmares, not even a faint shiver. It really left me feeling a bit empty afterwards.
Luckily for me, I was reading The Kalevala at the same time! Normally I don’t read more than one book at a time because I hate mixing the stories together, but with the size of The Kalevala, I didn’t want to take the risk that I couldn’t finish it on time. Plus, my mind could rest easy knowing that each book had clear sections rather than just chapters like with normal books.
The Kalevala, in short, is amazing! As soon as I noticed it on the shelf, I snatched it up! Ever since finding out about The Kalevala, I had been dying to read it mainly in part due to my BF being the Finn that he is! I can honestly say that once I had finished the first chapter or section or whatever it is, I was hooked! It. Was. Good! The language was a bit irritating at times, but other than that it was a really enjoyable read. Wow, I really have nothing to say when a book is good! Is that a bad thing, I wonder?
And finally, the shot in the dark: By the Light of the Moon by Dean Koontz. I grabbed this book for two reasons: a) A good friend of mine loves him and b) The cover has such an amazing blue color to it! The story also sounded interesting, but I would be lying if I said that that influenced my choice at all.
Remember up top where I mentioned that I liked paranormal stuff? Yeah, getting injected with a foreign substance by a random man certainly fits the bill. Was it any good? Yeah…but it wasn’t anything special.
Right off the bat, Koontz bombards you with description after description after description. He literally force feeds you metaphors and similes by the ladle full! I love descriptive books, but this made my brain hurt. It did get better once the story began to pick up, so that was nice, but towards the conclusion of the book, the excitement really fizzled out. You could just tell that he had no idea what to do with the plot anymore.
In terms of the injections and the powers that each of them got, I was kind of bummed at how mundane they were. Shep’s was the only one that felt ‘new’, but even that was only because of the technique that he used. Dylan’s power was okay, but Jilly’s was…pretty retarded in my opinion. Yay for precognition and all that jazz, but really, why did she have to foresee the ‘end’ of the book when it wasn’t even really the end? Not to mention that I felt really bad for her considering her power came in a really annoying fashion. How would you like it if all you could see were birds? Thought so. Oh, and I can’t forget the actual ending! They formed a ‘We have Special Powers!’ Team! If you think that’s a spoiler, it’s not. You have to actually read that in the book to fully appreciate the sheer magnitude of pathetic it contains.
For all that bitching about By the Light of the Moon, I have to say that Koontz is a pretty good author. In the hands of someone incapable, a shit story is magnified a hundred times over, but in the hands of someone who has skills, they can make it reasonably likeable and that is what Dean Koontz did, thank god. I’m looking forward to reading another one of his books at some point.