In Which: Plots Are Favored Part 1 of 5

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I admit it, I’m a reader of habit. I try my best to read out of my zone of favorite themes and plots, but always return to them. Maybe it’s the warm and cozy feeling they give me of knowing how something might play out, maybe it’s because the new trend toward ‘the future is grim and then our great great grandchildren all die’ isn’t for me. But whatever the case here are some of my favorite elements and plots in no real order…

  • The sympathetic (anti?) hero vampire that actually loves being a vampire.

There are vampires that spend their time crying about their fate into wine glasses of blood and vampires that want to go to high school for all of time. This vampire is neither of these and yet I can’t help liking them. Normally they are bloodthirsty monsters, but done with just the right balance and they are blood thirsty monsters who think humans are nice but wouldn’t want to be one (if they ever were human to start with).  But they still have emotions, they simply don’t use them to mope about the hand they were given. Well fed and taken care of this interesting mix of old and new vampire myth is pretty rare, even in romance novels. Even rarer than that is them being the hero of a story and not the villain. Where’s the love?

  • Main characters that react positively to supernatural and weird happenings in fantasy novels.

I’ll say right away that this favorite element did not come from a happy reader place for me. I swear if I had to read one more novel where the hero mumbles to everyone and her Aunt Bess about how she must be dreaming/going crazy/losing it/ she’d miss school/a date/she was so unlucky etc over finding a hidden magical world I was going to scream. Doubly so  if the only one who reacts with joy at finding a magical world/discovering magic in our world/finding a talking unicorn is only the goofy nerdy sidekick of the book. For that matter why aren’t there more books about the goofy nerdy sidekick as the hero character? I feel like in this day and age we outnumber the sensible ‘I’d rather be in my nice boring world feeding my goldfish’ adventurers five to one 😉

In Which: Young Adult is Still Adult

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While on one of my journeys across the internet for info into the inner workings of writing young adult fiction (which somehow ends just as often in Facebook as it does in my opening a FocusWriter document) I came across a few interesting articles. The common consensus these days seems to be if you are over 18, or worst yet, the dreaded 30,  and ‘still’ read YA novels, you should have your ‘I am a sensible adult wise in the ways of the world having no happy endings’ licence revoked. Or, on the other end, that not liking YA novels as an adult makes you a member of the ‘Bitter, old, dusty literary book lovers and puppy kickers’ club.

I’m not sure if either side is totally right or wrong. As I get older though I actually feel like I enjoy young adult and even *gasp* children’s books more  than I even did when I was their target age group. Part of that isn’t because I somehow grew up without learning how unrealistic these stories are, but really, because I did. The same goes for the other worlds in classic scifi or the happily ever afters in a good romance novel. Of course love doesn’t last forever, of course the hero doesn’t always get rid of a government that is corrupt and killing people. But for the short space of a novel or a series it does an adult heart good to believe in that impossible thing. Maybe, so if someday we get even a small bit of that impossible in our real life we will still be able to recognize it , and turn the page to something wonderful.

In Which: Classics: Books Were Burnt, And Everyone Loved TV Very Much

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Fahrenheit 451 abridged

Montag: *deep inspiring speech about the immortality of humanities wisdom through books*

Mildred: BUT WHERE ARE THE PICTURES?

Another year old quote in my year old abridged series   (New ones to come, I need to get back on this)

I was hoodwinked for a long time. In this case, was about a book that everyone, for as long as I can remember, brought up hand and hand with censorship.

But is it maybe about something more? Now, that isn’t to say book burning isn’t a form of  making sure the public at large doesn’t get its eyes and minds on knowledge, because it is. But what happens when those eyes and ears know but simply don’t care anymore?     What happens when everyone would rather watch a screen than read a book page, and see everything contained in books as either 1) Dangerous 2) Boring or 3) Of no lasting worth without ever actually reading them?

What happens to that human connection preserved in books across the ages when it is thrown out in favor of glossy, agreeable, mass produced virtual interaction  you can have in your home at any time, 24/7?

I’m not sure really. The book was very open ended and hard to pinpoint perfectly.

Well, I’ll be over here watching Netflix and forum posting  if anyone needs me.

 

In Which: Classics: There Was Suppose To Be A Whale, Maybe?

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Me: *still reading Moby Dick on my Kindle*

Book: Chapter 22: In which we actually finally get on the land-loving BOAT*

I made this remark one year ago exactly and I still feel like the book is less about its actual plot and more about talking about its own plot until the reader falls asleep.  Not that it’s a bad book. It just wasn’t what everything I’d ever heard or seen about Moby Dick said it would be.

The hype really died for me around the time the main character called a whale a stupid, unfeeling fish.

Not his exact words, and I know it was a different time but.

Oh Ishmael, if you only knew.