I hope there's no harm in publishing my little personal rants. (Written Feb. 7th, intended as a journal entry):
I've made full use of my recent online acquisition power lately, making 4 full purchases on only 2 days. And these purchases practically blanked out my shiny new power and left me internetically broke.
Nevertheless, I feel sophisticated, in touch with today's modern technology. It is not necessary to go to the stores - the stores can now, through my internet connection, come to me! It's scary to think of how much real power a person can now wield just by typing and clicking while eating nachos and dip on a couch. I can imagine the future successful millionaire entrepeneurs - working at home, hardly ever using their legs. It's a little nauseating to think of.
It's 4:43 AM now, and I've been awake since yesterday. I chose not to sleep tonight because of the most recent book I just borrowed from the library - the sequel to Miss Smithers: "Alice MacLeod, Realist at Last". I have to say, the book was disappointing. The other two books in the series had me reading and laughing in a can't-put-the-book-down-cause-it's-so-good kind of frenzy, but this one barely took my lucidity away. I read it whole in about 5 hours just like the other two, but it was more of a compromise than a desire. I just kept reading because I was already piqued by the other two books - about what would happen with Alice and Goose's love, about the play she was writing, and so on. But at the end, I was left with a "so-what-the-heck-happened?" feeling on many parts of the story.
Too many strands of the story are left hanging off the end, untied, begging to be knot-ended by the unwilling book. What happened with George and her gay lover Liv? How was Goose left about Alice? How come they never wrote each other again? Having the only "mistakenly sent" email get blocked was pretty stupid. And Finn's boyfriend, Devlin - his part in the story is so tiny, it doesn't make sense at all. And what about the real prom - wasn't it supposed to be a big event too? I thought this book was kind of like the ending story to the whole series... or isn't it?
So everyone had like a little part in the story and everything, but at the end, it seemed like every little side-story was just brushed aside too quickly, like it was just litter on the storyboard needed to be cleaned up. I sure hope there is a following book in the series, or I'll be sad to say that the last book in the Alice MacLeod Series was the odd-one-out. And not in a good way.
Besides giving me time to read the aforementioned book, I avoided sleep tonight because I want to be awake at 8 and 9 AM today, when the UPS man hopefully comes over to deliver a few packages. I was supposed to receive a package with a digital camera yesterday, but I guess 10AM is already a late time for the UPS man. The online tracking shows that the package came here but nobody was here to sign for it, so the UPS man just took it back to the post office. They'll try delivering again today, so in a few hours, I want to be up and ready.
Even though the book's plot was disappointing, Juby's writing style still shows. She has the same sarcastic witty humor so easy to identify with, her descriptions of clothes and settings are still creative (without going all lyrical like some boring poets do), and her set of experiences should be appreciated by anyone who's ever thought about how wacky life is. This writing style pushed me on to write another journal entry today. I hope this becomes a more regular habit, and makes me a better writer. And maybe a better speaker? I can hope.
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