Showing posts with label Lionel Shriver. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lionel Shriver. Show all posts

Friday, February 3, 2012

School Shootings and Book Burnings - 2012 Book Quest

I finished this one yesterday:

It was amazing. I cannot wait to see the movie, I hope it is just as good.

I liked the "twist" though, like most twists, I had figured it out early in the book. It still kept me wondering all the way till the end, which is what a twist should do, if  it cannot take you completely by surprise.

I wonder how they are going to pace the movie, because the book is completely in letter-form. Letters from Kevin's mom to his dad. And I hope they treat the school shooting right and don't glance over it. That would be tragic.

Next up is Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury (or 233 Celsius as I found one copy titled in the used bookstore).
It is set in the year 2000, but quite a different 2000 than the one we know. The main character is a firefighter, though they do not fight fires anymore, they light them.
Dun dun duuuun!

Nothing much else to report. Have a good one!

Monday, January 30, 2012

Violence - The 2012 Book Quest

I finished Dracula last night. The last 50 pages or so were a bit of a chore to get through, but as always when I finish a book, I felt a little bit high. And even if it has been a tough one to finish, I immediately start looking for the next one. For exactly that purpose I have a "to-read" shelf in one of my bookcases. Yesterday it looked like this:


The book I chose is obviously the one with the arrow next to it. (I hope you can see the arrow). It is Lionel Shriver's We Need to Talk About Kevin, a book i bought about 4 years ago because I saw it on a list called "The top 10 most disturbing novels".
The list featured American Psycho, which I had not, at that time, read yet. I had only read a chapter of it in high school English and liked it. I later discovered that the chapter we had read was the most violent and graphic in the book, that disappointed me quite a lot.

I enjoy violent novels, there is something un-apologetic about them.
If an author can write a scene like in American Psycho, where the main character is in his bedroom contemplating what suit to wear and where he should have dinner tonight, only to walk into the kitchen to calmly remark that the severed head of a hooker is looking at him from the kitchen table, then I'm sold.

So I am really looking forward to We Need to Talk About Kevin. The first 50 pages promise an interesting narrative, and I am hoping that, when I finally get to meet this Kevin, he will be every part as coldblooded as I expect him to be.