I simply could not finish this book since Catherine Blyth appears to be unable to write in a clear, concise and coherent manner. Too many times I found myself re-reading passages trying to grasp her meaning. She is at her worst when explaining her personal experiences; it took several tries to determine what was even going on, who she was talking about and who said what.
I cannot possibly tell you which is worse: her choice of diction or her sentence structure. They are both terribly bad and make for very frustrating reading. Having six clauses in one sentence and employing high-brow phrases and obscure words are not the marks of a good writer. This book has every sign of a wannabe writer trying too hard. Read more »
Aside from the fact that
Have I ever mentioned that I hate self-named albums? It’s lazy, it’s boring and it makes the titles of my articles particularly awkward. It’s not on. Especially when it’s such a crap name for a band, anyway. Scala is a very good name, and I’m not without sympathy that they had to let it go, but as coincidences have it, I have been a big fan of the “obscure Belgian choir” (as a tabloid described them, hey, they have only released seven albums!) that had first dibs on the name for a few years, and so I’m siding with the choir on this one (have you heard their rendition of ‘Teenage Spirit’? It’s bloody creepily fantastic, check it out
This is only my second outing with Philippa Gregory, and it took me a while to decide that she was worth my time. The Other Boleyn Girl, was, of course, my first and I had mixed feelings about it. On one hand, I though Philippa a beautiful and intelligent writer, on the other, the content and characterisation irritated me. Gregory as often stated that her books follow fact but only fills in the gaps where facts are either unknown, uncertain or speculative. She chooses to fill in these gaps with the most outrageous theories that she can possibly find about these historical figures. It’s a little bit annoying.
I do like a bit of escapist fantasy, and when I want to read a good fantasy book, I know that turning to Trudi Canavan is a good idea. Her narrative is not perfect, and her habit of italicising characters thoughts is actually very grating and something I am still not used to. But who cares? Canavan is creative and knows how to tell a story.
After reading
As you may or may not know, I work in a library. All in all, I like the job. I am surrounded by books all day, the staff are really nice, and… on the whole the customers are kind of grand too. But oh. Whilst I spent my years studying for A Levels and eventually my degree I spent five years in retail, and there, I thought I had seen it all. It’s not much, working in a supermarket, but that’s what a majority of students do to get some money on the side. But unless you have worked in retail, you will not understand the variation of people that you meet on the job. I, for one, didn’t know that really stupid people actually existed until I worked in retail.
I cannot even begin to describe the amount of sweat and tears that went into trying to understand this album. The amount of effort I put into this CD to try and like it. I was waiting for some miracle, some revelation to appear out of thin air, as to why this album tends to be a favourite among Hayley Westenra fans. Why it is so highly esteemed, why it is the pivot of discussion. I am not so lucky this time. I have failed. I officially don’t get it.