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So I've been sick and reading Shirley Jackson. After reading "Flower Garden" I got so angry I hurled the book at the wall, which I haven't done in years. Mom says not to throw books at the walls because ours is weak and falling apart, but eh, I threw the book on the floor too, and even then it felt merciful. It's like I hadn't thrown it at either hard enough and the floor in my room is carpet. Nonetheless, the cover got a few dents on it and that's good enough. Don't want to damage it too much, after all. I'm at a loss here. So far I'm halfway through and while some stories like "The Intoxicated" are interesting, others like "The Renegade" made me scowl in a not-good way. Goddamn it, just build a fence around the dog! I've never seen two kids so excited about killing off their own dog, for chrissake those little brats. I predicted "Charlie"s ending a mile away and I feel like I've wasted my time (I prefer Bebe's chapter about her brother Ray in Wayside School is Falling Down. :P) As for why the hell "Flower Garden" made me so angry, let's say that I prefer "After You, My Dear Alphonse," another of Jackson's short stories that explores more or less the same themes.
I really hope Jackson redeems herself for me soon. I don't want to be wasting my time reading 25 something pages in tense uneasiness when it succumbs to exactly the stuff I was afraid of in the first place. And it's times like this that I hate being right. I swear if I go through Elizabeth and I end up being slapped in the face again, just... ugh. I'm going to lose faith here. I was expecting more creepy awesome like "The Lottery" and so far I'm starting to wish that it's the only thing from her that I've read.
It's stuff like this that's part of the reason I write my own books, so I can have something to read that doesn't piss me off in a bad way. There's a difference between being angered in a good/inspired way and being outraged for well... being betrayed.
Let's numb my brain with these little dumb "personalized books" for a while. God I think my cold is getting to my head.
( Birdo & Uboa, a Vampire/ER Romance with a Twist! Co-Starring Dr. Feelgood and the Elder Gods. )
Maybe I should go and finish Good Omens. Just uggggh.
I really hope Jackson redeems herself for me soon. I don't want to be wasting my time reading 25 something pages in tense uneasiness when it succumbs to exactly the stuff I was afraid of in the first place. And it's times like this that I hate being right. I swear if I go through Elizabeth and I end up being slapped in the face again, just... ugh. I'm going to lose faith here. I was expecting more creepy awesome like "The Lottery" and so far I'm starting to wish that it's the only thing from her that I've read.
It's stuff like this that's part of the reason I write my own books, so I can have something to read that doesn't piss me off in a bad way. There's a difference between being angered in a good/inspired way and being outraged for well... being betrayed.
Let's numb my brain with these little dumb "personalized books" for a while. God I think my cold is getting to my head.
( Birdo & Uboa, a Vampire/ER Romance with a Twist! Co-Starring Dr. Feelgood and the Elder Gods. )
Maybe I should go and finish Good Omens. Just uggggh.
