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Shockaholic by Carrie Fisher – #15

Oh my God someone flog me for not coming here to post all the books I have read. I am so behind it’s not even funny. I’m going to whip through the 6 books I have yet to review rather quickly because I believe Ms. Susie will smack me upside the head with a Twilight fan if I don’t get caught up and kick butt on the Insatiable Book Slut’s 2012 Challenge.


So, where was I….. oh yes, attempting to write a book review on a book I read 2 months ago because I am just.that.lazy. Yeah, that’s it. It’s not that I’m busy or anything, just too lazy to get on this.

Bring on the twilight fan smackage.

Shockaholic was almost exactly how I’d expect it to be. Absolutely strange.  Seriously, I expected that, but only because I had read Wishful Drinking first.  See, there is a benefit to being obsessive about book order, you get to discover someone’s writing style instead of assuming that whatever book I picked up is going to conform to my ideal of what it should be. I think this book earned some poor reviews because people tend to look at writings by famous people and assume it’s going to be a step-by-step biography, the same old system of spilling the beans on a life. Not Shockaholic, that’s for sure. Yes, you did get to find out more about her shock treatment, but it wasn’t central to the story. There was even more back story of her life that wasn’t in the first book.

I can’t even tell you what it’s about as her style of writing is so different from that of any other biography. Hilariously funny (yes, I’m even jumping for the cliched descriptions, that’s how lazy I am today) and she kept me interested the whole way through.

I totally don’t remember what I gave the Wishful Drinking damn thing, but it doesn’t matter, it has no bearing on this one’s whore earnings so I don’t know why I brought it up. More words? Why YES, thank you!

This one would earn 7 G-String dollars, mainly because even though I wasn’t totally expecting a whole lot on the shock therapy, I secretly was solely because of the title. (edited quickly to throw in there was 304 pages).

Oh, and Star Wars freaks will get this:

Recommend this book, I would.


The Blue Girl by Charles De Lint #9

This is a 384 page YA (young adult) book that I nabbed on the way through my library toward the kid’s section, where my son picks out his Thomas the Train books again. I didn’t have any idea what it was going to be about, or even what genre it fell into as I was mostly intrigued by the cover and semi-bland title. Maybe ‘bland’ isn’t the right word, but more generic than many books out there.

So I picked it up without any previous bias or preformed ideas on it and was pleasantly surprised.  You see, when I pick up a book based on its cover I’m often wrong, or horribly disappointed.  This book didn’t disappoint me.  YA books pique my interest quite often, not only because I have pre-teens expanding their reading horizons (turning them into mini-book whores for certain!), but because I am eternally immature. Seriously. Farts still make me laugh until I almost puke, I squeal out loud if I’m significantly pleased about something – even in public – and will dye portions of my hair blue just because it sounds fun. I’m immature and like it and will often gravitate toward the YA books over strictly adult fiction (perhaps this is why I’m one of the few adult that really like Twilight).

The Blue Girl by Charles De Lint didn’t disappoint me. It is a very simple story line, which is perfectly fine by me, and he weaves a tale around a strong young girl and her story in a fantastical world, which always gets my vote. Even as a male writer he does a pretty good job of helping us ignore the fact that he doesn’t have a vagina and he gets girl things right. An extremely easy read though and I think it comes across as almost too easy for the aimed audience. A writer has to be extremely careful when writing specifically for the age group that he did. You cannot even remotely hint at talking down towards the group, or dumbing down things, nor can you weave the story so its unintelligible. There was no surprises in this book, but it was still a decent read.

For the down and dirty, this book would earn 7 G-String dollars from this whore. It’d be something I’d possibly purchase for my kids to read as a fun, whip-through type book. I’m likely to check out his other works based on the nice read this one was.

The Help by Kathryn Stockett – #1

My first book challenge accomplishment I’ve read this year is The Help, by Kathryn Stockett.  Truthfully it’s not perfectly inside the rules of the Sluttian challenge as I did start it a few days before 2012 started.  So in an effort to be fair, I’ve calculated specifically the amount of pages I read in 2012.

Screw that, I’m totally kidding.  But I will only claim half of the pages of the book.  Confused?  Yeah, I was half asleep when I first posted and didn’t really explain the challenge much.  The challenge is not just the number of books, but number of pages as well.  So The Help in the regular paperback edition is 528 pages.  I will only count about 250 pages towards my challenge goal of 40 000 pages. (Yeah, I’m sick, but I love books).  These books can only be newly read and must be reviewed.

Hence this post.

The setting of the book is in 1960s Mississippi, way down deep South.  Just by the title you can get the gist that it surrounds the help, which in those days was poor, black, often single, women, who raised the white babies of the community only to be treated like diseased creatures as they outgrew the nanny.  The viewpoint is from many in the book, but only from those on the help side, including one white woman.  Said woman bonds with the maids of the area with no knowledge of what their efforts will bring, but also a distinctly fervent fear of someone finding out about it.

I don’t want to give anything of the book away, because I hate reading book reviews that go into too much detail of what the book is about.

The book actually started out slow for me.  I can’t pinpoint it, but maybe it was the writing style specifically for one of the characters.  The author wrote in a very Southern dialect for some and it slowed me a bit and I found the initial chapters a bit …. well, not boring, but a bit blah.  It picked up rather quick as you got into what the main characters were up to and by the end I was reading at 2:30 in the morning just to finish it.  Not out of being in a rush, but I could stop without finding out what happened.

I liked it.  I would recommend it to others, so it gets higher tips for that, but the slow start and the not-perfectly-nice ending that I hoped for brought down the cash it’d bring in at the cheesy  motel on the side of the road.

So, I’d give it:  7 G-String dollars.  It’s on it’s way too a full fledged whore, but not all the way there.

I’d be interested in seeing the movie, but after reading the book and knowing most movies from books get a serious downgrade I’ll wait for the library to get it.

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