Today I blew off work. I feel really bad about it, but I'm reluctant to scamper around ice storm debris when I'm lugging a laptop without a really compelling reason. I stayed home, finished the novel I've been reading, and ate pasta and oranges, not at the same time. I also started typing up my reaction to my novel, and realized I was a little disgusted with it. People who know me: tell me at least one reason why I do not like Diana Gabaldon's Outlander. "It's a romance" does not count. Discussion in comments.
At some point I realized it was Valentine's Day, and that I was trashing a romance novel, and that if I'd been on the ball I could have had chocolate today. I think this means I've failed to observe every major American holiday but Thanksgiving and Halloween in the last six months: Christmas, Hanukah, the Superbowl... anyway.
At some point I realized it was Valentine's Day, and that I was trashing a romance novel, and that if I'd been on the ball I could have had chocolate today. I think this means I've failed to observe every major American holiday but Thanksgiving and Halloween in the last six months: Christmas, Hanukah, the Superbowl... anyway.
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Date: 2007-02-16 12:00 pm (UTC)Wasn't the Evil Many-Great-Granddad bi but incapable with women (or at least with Claire)? Upping the frustration level, so he can make Jamie suffer more from threats to his manhood? Fun.
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Date: 2007-02-16 07:35 pm (UTC)That's pretty much my feeling on the matter.
Evil Many-Greats is apparently incapable when kicked in the balls, but otherwise likes girl-bits just fine. This was a plot point during the "Jamie must have angst about his sister!" sub-plot. I really dislike gratuitous sexual assault in my entertainment reading: it's so often a lame excuse for hurt/comfort. In this case, it also fails to do anything but tack another 150 pages onto the book, and also make me say, "this isn't fun anymore."