| Renay ( @ 2009-02-07 04:39 am UTC |
| Entry tags: | books, let's get literate! 2009 |
"Finally in this, the third book of THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS, Clare has truly found her stride. She’s cast off the mantle of fanfic writer once and for all and now she’s just a writer."
Dear blog I will not link,
I am very cross with you for making me stand up for Cassie effing Claire, fanfic plagiarist extraordinaire. Fanfic writers are writers, too, even if they only write part of their work and borrow the rest from Darkwing Duck and Pamela Dean and it's of questionable quality. OKAY, NOT ALL OF US SELL OUR SOULS FOR FANGIRLS AND LAPTOPS. Most of us really enjoy our mantles and would not cast them off. We definitely count as writers. I will leave out the offensive gesture, but I find your fanfic bias revolting.
No love,
Renay
I have decided that is going to be my response to all anti-fanfic musings I see. I FIND YOUR FANFIC BIAS REVOLTING. I will add "fucking" to that sentence if I discover the person in question reads tie-in novels.
Ironman, Chris Crutcher: I must be a masochist of some kind, I really do not like sports, guys, but I keep coming back to Chris Crutcher like some sort of bug that wants to be fried on the electric lamp, bzzt bzzt, dead. It's my library's fault for taunting me with an entire shelf of Crutcher's books, all in a row and easy to choose from. I had to resist taking them all and chose this one because it had a dysfunctional father/son dynamic and an anger management course. I realized as soon as I started this meant that there was a girl in this novel that gets molested. This means I have to read everything Crutcher has written to figure how how many books he has where girls get sexually abused. If it goes over three I'm going to be creeped out.
This story was okay. I am actually more interested in Lion, who was a supporting character in this book. I have discovered he's in another book! I plan to get my paws on it soon. I always end up loving the characters in these novels and wanting everyone to get their own book, because these books are so short, I gobble them up in hours and sulk because I wanted more, even if more means more sports talk. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.
The dad was evil. Pure evil. I loved him and hated him and he was awesome. What a massive asshole! You end up feeling so sorry for him and you just want to give him a supportive cuddle. Then you want to slap yourself because wait! He's a total asshole! The Japanese cowboy was over the top and oh god Crutcher wrote out the southern accent please kill me with something sharp why do authors DO THIS. It must be to vex me, because the entire world revolves around me and me not being annoyed that authors represent southern characters in novels like we forgot G was part of the alphabet. STOP IT, AUTHORS.
Darling, Yuzuha Ougi: The other side of my literary adventures includes Rose plying me with more and more manga and me getting more and more desparate for a fix. Rio is so dense! Tomomi is even worse! There's blackmailing for sex and confusion and bondage in the forest and friends with benefits and it shouldn't be this entertaining. It's official: I like semes squishy and pliable and full of angst, who just need lots of hugs. I am sure this is the least popular seme there is.
Abiru Junjou, Yuzuha Ougi: I don't know how I feel about teacher/student relationships. It's fiction, but the power dynamics. The age difference wouldn't be so bad if the 15 year old wasn't 15, but it's a teacher in a position of authority and a guardian. I am destined to be conflicted on these points, reading these types of things interested and ashamed at the same time. Part of me: happy ending plz. Other part of me: THIS IS SO WRONG WHAT AM I READING.
Also, I am concerned about how often I keep seeing this GIRLS INSPIRING TO IMPREGNATION meme keeps popping up. Or maybe it only popped up once and I have remained horrified. Like, the only way to communicate girls who want to have sex with a dude is by suggesting they want to get pregnant? They have no sexual desires of their own and it's all about the uterus? I feel a visit to Shakesville Disembodied Things coming on.
It's 5am and I took a sinus pill, forgetting that the doctor said they would keep me awake. It's back to work today today. I don't remember Wednesday much at all (I was so sick! HA!) and Thursday was kind of a shock to my system, like, "two more degrees and you'd be going to the hospital!" It's very alarming that I scared everyone in the doctor's office so much. That'll teach me to not eat and never get enough rest. Such as right now.
(I can hear Susan lecturing me from across the pond and in her sleep.)
I think it's notable that I haven't felt like doing creative things in months because I've been so tired and suddenly I want to do everything at once. *joy*
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