You’ll understand if I close Christmas and move right along, won’t you? I received some awesome gifts that deserve recognition, but that will have to wait for another day, or week even.
There is a happy update on Sissy on her blog. Thank you for your kind support!
It’s hard to knit with a 45 lb. basset in your lap, so I’ve done more reading and less knitting of late. Yesterday, I rather abruptly finished Outlander by Diana Gabaldon.
I have mixed feelings about this book.
Oh – wait – spoiler warnings! I can’t talk about my up and down “relationship” with this novel without giving away a few plot details.
Continue at your own risk…
I wasn’t sure how I’d like this book, so I put off reading it for years. I’m not big on science fiction, especially time travel, but I do love me some historical fiction. There’s a very strong part of my family tree with its roots in Scotland, so the setting did intrigue me, and once I started reading, my Pict-Scot blood was pumping, enjoying the folklore and more.
And yeah, I loved the whole Jamie-Claire thing… for the first seventeen trials, tribulations and triumphs. Then, it made me skim. Yawn. Yeah, yeah, love always wins, but there’s no happily ever after. Got it.
One friend (no links, but she knows who she is!) had warned me that I might not care for the sex. For the first half of the book, I rolled my eyes and thought that it worked well with the whole character development-plot thing. Then… it got to be a bit much. I’m not talking that whole historical romance flowery descriptive stuff… I’m talking graphic, porn-type gore that honestly, even a bad nightmare couldn’t have generated such in my wee, sheltered mind.
Was it necessary for the plot? The author thought so, and maybe if I keep reading in the series, I’ll see why Captain Randall had to be SO depraved, but right now, I don’t see that happening. Yeah, I want to know more about the stones and I want to see Frank again (and Jenny… my favorite character by far), but I don’t know that I’ll be up to reading on right away, if ever.
Sure, The Sparrow also had some depravity that was VERY hard to read, but somehow, it seemed more essential to the big picture than this did. Can someone who read Outlander explain to me why Claire had to pretend to be Black Jack Randall to snap Jamie back to life? I just don’t get it, and maybe that one scene is the stumbling block for reading on into the series…
I think I’m going back to my cozies for a while. Then when my mind is read for something with a little more heft, there’s World Without End and the new Fall of Giants by Ken Follett, more historical fiction without all the sexual drama, if Pillars of the Earth is any indication…
Are you getting any reading in with the holiday festivities? What do you read when your mind needs to rest and your spirit needs to be washed in hope?