Books, books, books

So I read The Road, by Cormac McCarthy. Bleak. I had heard about it a few different times over the last couple months. They're turning it into a movie and I believe the director of Terminator 4 has been passing it around to the cast to serve as food for thought on the mood he's going for with that film as well. I can see why. It's an odd little read. McCarthy seems to be afraid of punctuation for some reason. Either that or he thought channeling ee cummings was a good idea. The story centers around a father and son trying to survive in a post apocalyptic America. They follow the titular road as they head for warmer climes trying to survive the hellish weather. And even more hellish survivors. Some pretty eerie bits and some pretty depressing bits. It's certainly worth reading, but you'll want a teddy bear by then end.

You may have noticed a lot of zombies in the Good Reads sidebar over there. I shambled through Kirkman's The Walking Dead books. Another one I don't really have a lot to say about. Also bleak. And depressing. I need some light reading again. It's an ok series if you're a zombie fan. Although in a lot of ways, it's not really a zombie story. Which actually makes it more of a zombie story. If you watch zombie films or read zombie books that made perfect sense.

I'm smack in the middle of Only Revolutions by Danielewski. I rather enjoyed House of Leaves and was interested in his new(ish) book. It's claim to literary oddness is that you read 8 pages from one side following lead character Sam and then flip the book over and read 8 pages by other lead character Hailey (or vice versa). It's like James Joyce. Doubled. Made up words, stream of consciousness fantasy/history/strangeness. Don't know if I like it. It's certainly a bit tough to follow. I only have a vague idea what's going on in the plot. We'll see if I really make it through it.

And the Firefly essay book was good. I've read a lot lately...

As for other things of interest, Psych, Burn Notice and Eureka are all good this season. Although Psych season 2, still a touch better.

My sister gave us that Twilight series. I'm going to have to throttle my wife if she doesn't finish them soon. Dishes and children are piling up. It's not very pretty. <sigh> chick lit. Tween chick lit at that. Her definition of "just one more page" could give football minutes a serious run for their money. I'm pretty sure small dictatorships have been toppled by the time she finishes "just one more page". Twice.