No idea what I mean to use this blog for, so, for the time being I'm going to use it as a bibiography of all the books I read. I consume books like a man dying of thirst drinks water: so quickly and voraciously I half forget everything I've read.
I'm going to borrow the format from a little notebook I saw not too long ago in Barnes and Noble.
Title: Getting Married
Author: Theresa Alan
Thoughts: I wanted to enjoy this book a whole lot more than I actually did. It was one of those cases, I think, where the cover is deceptive. I remember seeing the book several months ago when I was planning my own wedding, and thinking: yes, I know what that means. The cover depicts an insane sort of calendar, filling up with event after event after event. It is brightly covered and very chick-lit-y, but the book wasn't quite as light as the cover would have you think. I don't have a problem with heavier books at all, but I just...wasn't expecting what I got.
The book suffered, I think, from a writing style where too much information is given in dialogue, but instead of sounding natural, it sounds like exposition. Or like things people would never, ever say to each other. I believe pretty strongly that all authors should read their dialogue out loud. And think twice about the use of names. When I have conversations with my friends, or especially with my husband, we rarely use each other's names: "Pass the salt, Jane." "Certainly, Bob." "Thank you, Jane." "You're welcome, Bob." See? Awkward.
The story picked up pace in the middle of the book, and over-all had some lovely messages about self-worth and love, but committed, for me, the cardinal sin of doing way too much telling and not enough showing.
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