Last Six Months of Books

Here I am again making my way back to my blog.  Oh, how I missed it!  Truly I did but I realized that LIFE HAPPENS and boy did it happen!  You would think that things would slow down once the Fall, Winter, and Spring holidays were over, but NO!  Early last year and before that I didn’t really have a lot on my calendar, just routine stuff like the everyday house upkeep and some birthdays and things like that.  However, when my son entered school, my calendar became a myriad of appointments, stickers, highlighted musts, and conferences, in addition to my already scheduled appointments.  I just got so busy.

I recently read an article about how to make more time for writing (http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/there-are-no-rules/make-more-time-for-your-writing via Writer’s Digest).  I was reading the article because I was writing chapters for the book I am writing.  Remember that?  I mentioned it several times in and around this blog.  Yes, I got a kick of inspiration and I made time to write.  A LOT!  I’m so excited.  It’s a small thing but I feel so accomplished.  I knew that I had to make time to write because before I was just writing a lot of little paragraphs here and there.  It became a slow process that turned into a yearly progress.  I wanted to speed things up a bit. 🙂

Busy, busy, busy….

And speaking of writing, I must confess that I haven’t really finished a novel in the last six months.  I started reading a book called The Weird Sisters by Eleanor Brown (I’ll get to my point of view on that book in a bit) but I kept putting it aside because it turned out to be one of those dreaded “struggle-through-it” books.  I kept at it though, thinking that I would finish it soon.  I didn’t.  I sidetracked to my son’s reading list:  The Cat In The Hat, Peter Rabbit, This Is The Sun, Or Is It? then I went back to the book.  Oh, I have to catch up on my Ladies Home Journal subscription, and I did.  There was still that book, The Weird one.   I read a few pages before I found myself writing my own stuff.

The Weird Sisters is a boring book.  There, I said it.  It had promise, really.  I mean, three sisters who don’t really like each other, and are not really at that likeable for that matter, who go back home with a lot of baggage each.  Their mother’s cancer diagnosis is the excuse that brings them back together.  What had originally peaked my interest in the book is the Shakespearean theme, from the character’s names (Rosalind, Cordelia, and Bianca) to a littering of Shakespeare’s quotes.  When you read the quotes, however, it becomes problematic.  If you’ve never read Shakespeare, or if you are not familiar with his works, or if you simply forgot which play/sonnet the quote it is referencing, then it is hard to get past the unnecessary use of so many of the author’s quotes.  It gets tedious.  The second part of the struggle of this read is the narration.  It is termed third person plural narration.  What in the world is that?  I had to go back to my high school grammar books and look that one up.  Supposedly each sister is narrating but it is at times hard to figure out who is the actual narrator.  There are a few times that it seems as if there is an invisible fourth sister who is speaking in fourth (?) person.  See how confusing it is?  That alone made me drag my feet.   I think this whole ‘style’ of writing is a waste of time and loses the reader rather quickly.  I did a little research on this book and many reviews are not favorable.  Most of the consensus is the narration issue and that the plot is weak.  I didn’t like the book and I just got stuck.  I was truly disappointed and I won’t recommend this book, if only because I didn’t have the patience work through it.  I’m about 3/4 of the way through.  Might as well finish it but I’m not looking forward to it.

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