Sunday, December 16, 2007
11:36 am
I've went to the library yesterday afternoon to pick up a book I've reserved, because silly me didn't realise that the book I've borrowed weeks ago had a prequel.
So I'm putting aside that second book (
Timekeeper, by
Catherine Webb) for the prequel,
Waywalkers.
And I never should have browsed through the bookshelves with my sister (whom I've dragged along because her PSLE was over and she's having her holidays, which I think would be a waste of time if she spent 90% of it on Neopets) because, thanks to my book-loving nature, I ended up borrowing books that I am very sure I have no time for, what with Major Project, Distribution Centre Management tutorial homeworks (don't get me started on the mandatory quiz I did yesterday. Was cursing our tutor while attempting to complete it), and the need to continue writing Aki Kitsune.
I've noticed that my preference in books kept changing, over the years.
It used to be those... simple stories like Sweet Valley, The Babysitters Club... You know, those books that girls read before and/or while reaching the point where they decide that they feel more matured than their physical age tend to say.
Then there's the mystery stories, science fictions (like Animorphs, because I like animals too. And there's more action there than SV and BSC), when I was still vehemently firm in the standing that novels are b-o-r-i-n-g and long-winded.
After that came the period where my reading materials consisted of only mangas. Ah... Rurouni Kenshin is still a classic, as far as I'm concerned.
Out of nowhere, back in 2004, just because I was bored, I borrowed Dan Brown's Angels and Demons, which is such a cool book that I've ignored my "'Novel' is the noun for 'Boring'" assumption, and all I've read after that were the fantasy, sci-fi, mysteries sort.
And because the alternative is romance novels, which, in my mind are dreadfully predictable: girls meets guy, guy is rude, girl hates guy, they keep bumping into each other, starts to secretly like each other, cue strange misunderstandings, sort-of-heartbreaks, cue confessions, happy ending. I don't even need to read to know the ending.
I guess that's the beauty of it; everyone being promised of a happily ever after. And the happy endings are the only part I like in romance novels.
All right, I admit, I'm a sucker for happy endings in any story.
And now, thanks to all the fanfiction I've read, I realised that I'm more likely to be interested in stories involving vampires, werewolves, devils and Satan (or maybe Lucifer sounds more classy) and perhaps a little bit of pirates.
I think I see a common factor here: blood, possession, sarcasm, fights, sinful seduction of sorts...
Really, am I the only person who thinks that any part where a character has a vampire stuck to the neck via pointy fangs is hot?
How I Met Your Mother, season 3, Episode 11
Labels: Book recs, HIMYM, TV shows