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Irrelevent Bookreview Section number 4……
MOVIE BOOK!

I was at the airport, a messy haphazard shell of my former self (and completely unarmed against inevitable airport lag-time) – so I decided to buy a book. You can judge my ‘reading as escapism’ line of thought, but sometimes I gotta do what I gotta do.

The late-hour bookstores at the airport offered a horrendous selection of books (if you can even call it that). Row after row of Danielle Steele, Amanda Quick (what a pen-name, eh?), John Grisham and Mary Higgins Clark – along with a sordid selection of Bodice Rippers.

Now, before I go on – I’m going to admit that I flipped through a bunch of those Historical-Romance-Novels, and had a good uncomfortable giggle every surreptitious 10 seconds. Those books will refuse to disappoint if you want all your love stories to have flames and pirates, resulting in the inevitable:

“she spun away from his hot, passionate grasp and moaned at the sound of her tearing gown – half of her exquisitely tailored wine-colored sleeve lay tattered on the floor, revealing her silken smooth shoulder… He, unable to control his turbid emotions, literally panted at her as his strong, muscular, tanned, perfect, chiseled, shimmering, luminescent chest heaved under his torn ox-hide vest…”

OH Valentino Eduardo Frederickson Richard Vallesquez The Third.. take me. Take me now.

I have completely lost my-
Oh right. Drug Store Books and Bodice Rippers *giggle*.

Among the “I publish a book a month” author-fray, I picked up a Dennis Lehane Book. Have any of you guys watched or read MYSTIC RIVER? I’ve never watched the movie, but the book left me in a manic depressive turmoil that felt worse than one of those unscratch’able ‘under the skin’ itches. It was written in a very “meh” way so I’ll blame my subsequent depression on Imagination and Story Idea <— So I ought to have learned my lesson, right? “Leave the Dennis Lehane’s on the shelf unless called upon to define ‘Masochism’ in practice.”

I picked up Shutter Island. I know you’ll recognize it by it’s title because it’s been made into a movie as well. Leonardo Dicaprio? Island? Insane Asylum? Freaky-ass movie trailer, ring a bell? Yeah? Yeah.

I’m almost halfway in, and everything is exactly like I thought. Dennis Lehane writes in a way that makes me feel he’s following a Bestseller Per Month formula, like “1, Establish Setting. 2, Establish Characters. 3, Make Sure Characters behave as is Sterotypical Of Character Traits”. It’s what I expected, given where I pulled it from – but I have to give him props for giving me chills.

So far, the only other book that’s scared me this much is Stephen King’s “The Shining”. Neither reading helped me with the fact that movies were made of them, so I have Leonardo Dicaprio running through my brains while Rachel Solando hurls unearthly screams at him. Creeeeeepyyyyyy…..

I’ll give a short actual review when I finish.
How IS everyone re: scary books?

sorry for being MIA for a few days. “nature calls”.