attempting obscurity
I mess around with writing, but deep down I'm pretty sure I'll never actually get published because I treat it like a hobby and not a passion -- I write when I have time, instead of making time to write.
When I read, I prefer YA sci-fi/ fantasy as my go-to fiction reads. I tend toward this genre because I read fiction as an escape from the daily drudge of life. YA sci/fi-fantasy usually has more upbeat/ hopeful endings, while adult fiction of any genre (except romance) tends to have more depressingly realistic endings. Sometimes I read romance novels, but I really prefer the type with plot/ character development between sex scenes, and I don't like having to hunt for them.
In non-fiction, I prefer history, biographies, psychology, gender studies, social/applied sciences, and law/ public policy.
Currently reading
Lolita (Penguin Classics)
I always feel bad when I review a classic as, "It was okay." See, this is a gorgeous book as far as the writing goes. It's incredible, vivid and lyrical. He writes the scenes the way memories feel, not the way reality is. They're dreamy and off-center, leaving you with a funny taste in your mouth and a slightly upset stomach. But it's brilliantly done, and beautiful in the way that an oil spill shimmers in a rain puddle. It's just so wrong, but written so right.The plot itself -- well it's odd, and when you think you've got a grasp on things, you haven't. It's weird and disturbing and it definitely causes a reaction. I'm just not sure I liked it.
