Confession: I read a Louis L’Amour novel. Does that make me a bad person?
The summary from Amazon.com pretty much sums the book up:
“It was a name that caused the most hardened gunmen to break out in a cold sweat. Chick Bowdrie. He could have ridden the outlaw trail, but the Texas Rangers recruited him because they didn’t want to have to fight against him. Pursuing the most wanted men in the Southwest he knew all too well the dusty trails, the bitter cattle feuds, the desperate killers and the quiet, weather-beaten, wind-blasted towns that could explode into actions with the wrong word. He had sworn to carry out the law, but there were times when he had to apply justice with his fists and his guns. They called in the Rangers to handle the tough ones and there was never a Ranger tougher or smarter than Bowdrie.”
Confession: Actually, it was…enjoyable.
I’m going to be honest: for the first two chapters, I had absolutely no idea what was going on. I was so frustrated after rereading the beginning three times that I actually looked up a summary online. Of course, I didn’t look at what happened later in the book, but it was unbelievably helpful to have a clue where the story was starting.
After that I loved the book. I mostly read it on my break at work, and it was hard to switch back to employee mode every time: not because I was so interested in what would happen next (although I was), but because I felt so involved in the story. Involved to the point where I was exhausted, completely drained, by the time I finished reading. I don’t think I’ve ever read something that took up all of my emotions like that.
For that reason, I probably won’t read it again for a while. Not until I’ve recovered.
Yeah…read the post about The Legend of Huma. I really don’t have anything else to say about this book, except the writing was better.
Believe me, I was reluctant to read such an overwhelmingly popular book as this, especially when I know it’s the first of a series. For some reason I really dislike books in a series. I guess it seems to me like the author didn’t have a good way of ending the first book, or a good enough plot for the first book, so he figured he’d just write a bunch of books and then it would be ok. (Perfect example: The Babysitters Club. Need I say more?) Anyway, Artemis Fowl is actually not that bad. I read it in my backyard lying on a blanket during a particularly nice afternoon, and came away with more than I was expecting. So maybe having low expectations is a good thing.
Colfer writes an interesting combination of children’s fantasy and adult spy movies, and he does an impressive job of it. I can’t say that I’ll read any of the other Artemis Fowl novels, but I would recommend the first if you’re looking for a pleasant way to spend a few hours.
Sad to say the plot is unmemorable. Ryan sent me his copy of the book to read over the summer, along with its sequel (or whatever) Stormblade, but quite honestly I didn’t feel that either story was very original. You can tell me as much as you want that there’re no new stories in fantasy, but I’ve read quite a few interesting, unique books that put this one to shame. No offense to Dragonlance fans, but I’m really not impressed. I can’t even tell you what this book is about, except it involves Huma, dragons, and a minotaur.
O the joys of E. Nesbit. The Bastables are absolutely hilarious, and I hope my kids are just as entertaining (and much less troublesome!). The five children attempt to recover the family fortunes that have been lost after the death of their mother. I liked this book much better than some of E. Nesbit’s other writing; in fact, it’s maybe one of the best books I’ve ever read. Ever. Please read it!
Possibly the most surreal book I have ever read, but I loved it. The whole thing felt like a dream…and, like dreams, I can’t quite remember what happened but I’m left with a vague impression of strange images.
Someday I’ll buy a copy. It’s so weird that I think everyone should read it. I wonder if different people have extremely different interpretations of the book, kind of like we have different dreams?