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Horns, you know, that book.

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 22, 2014 by urbannight

I decided to read Horns because I had been hearing that the book was pretty good.  It would have been if I thought it was actually aimed at the YA audience instead of adults.  I am a bit let down by it.

All the characters are in their 20’s and acting like they are 10 years younger, about early High School years.   This is why I thought maybe it was supposed to be a YA book.  But it turns out it wasn’t.

I also thought it was supposed to be set in England but it isn’t.  It is in the U.S.   I didn’t come to that conclusion because Daniel Radcliffe was playing the lead character, Ig.  I came to that conclusion early in the book when Ig is thinking he needs to get some medical help with his horns.  And, more importantly, by the way the characters sound in my head.  They only make sense to me if I imagine that they are all middle to late 20 somethings who were not able to go to University and who were all on the dole because of too many people and not enough jobs to go around.  Everything makes more sense that way.

The first section of the book, Hell, has been the most enjoyable.  I really liked reading how people started telling the truth about everything to Ig and didn’t seem to be completely aware of it.  They saw the horns, know it was somehow off, and then it slipped on by and they forgot.  So far, it is the best part of the book.

Part two is Cherry, named for Cherry bombs, virginity, and I think there was a third

Official movie poster.

Official movie poster.

reason but I forget now, just like people forgetting those horns.  It tells the entire back story about the time when Ig met the love of his life, nearly drown, became friends with the guy who really kills the girl, (that is not a spoiler as the book reveals that before the start of this section), and sets up the relationships between all the characters.

I don’t remember the name of the third section.  It bounces back to the present and explores how Ig handles finding out who killed his girl, how Ig is dealing with the knowledge that his girl wanted to break up with him the night she died, and starts to explore the really bad things Ig did the night before he woke up with horns.  He also explores more of the boundaries on what he can or can not do with the new abilities the horns seem to give him.

And that is where I am at with the book.  It has been relegated to the bathroom to read when I’m stuck on the toilet.  The concept is a good one but the execution is not. Oh, the writing isn’t bad, other than the fact that I think the writer was going for an adult audience and yet the characters feel and sound like teenagers and the overall feeling of the book is Young Adult in nature, despite the language sometimes used in book.

Toilet Protectors and Inconsiderate Germophobes.

Posted in Life, Work, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 14, 2012 by urbannight

If this past week at work hadn’t made me so grumpy and tired, I might have found to energy to write about one of my biggest public restroom pet peeves.

These paper sheets drive me bonkers.  Okay.  Maybe not the sheets so much as the people determined to use them and leave them on the toilet.

The logic is that this seat cover protects you from the germs of previous users.  And then when you flush, the bit that hangs down into the bowl is supposed to pull the rest of it in.

The reality is that ever since they changed the amount of water toilets use to flush out the bowl, these sheets rarely get pulled in when the toilet flushes.  Not even in the more industrial toilets for public restrooms.

The proper thing to do is make sure that happens.  If it doesn’t, it only has your own skin flakes and germs on it.  So push the edges into the bowl and re-flush.

DO NOT LEAVE IT THERE FOR SOMEONE ELSE!

Think about it.  If you are so worried about other people’s germs, why would you leave your germs and paper you peed on for someone else to clean up.

I have a term for it.  Germ hypocrite.  Someone who thinks everyone’s germs are bad for her but thinks her germs are good/okay/safe/beneficial for everyone else.

And while I’m at it, I keep trying to figure out why some people think holding conversations while on the toilet is a good thing.  Maybe I’m the one who is weird. But I think it is a little bit on the creepy side.  Something about using a toilet is rather intimate.  Only we don’t have a lot of choice about using the stalls when at work.  It’s private so holding a conversation at the same time seems wrong.

It would be like trying to hold a conversation with a third party while having sex.  You just wouldn’t do that.