Quick Thoughts I Had Over The Weekend


Last night I finished reading a well-reviewed YA novel that had the coolest title ever. (Yeah, sorry, since I’m about to complain, I’m not sharing. You’ll just have to go look at YA titles and make your best guess.)  The writing was good, the voice was distinct, the story was interesting and the characters were fleshed-out and individual.  And when I got to the end, I wanted to throw the darned thing against the wall. (If you ever feel this way, try not to do it.  I did once years ago, and left a substantial dent in the drywall.)  The author didn’t finish the story.  Now I understand that writing a series means you can’t tie up every loose end, answer every question.  But when I’m reading, the last thing I want is to feel that the printer forgot to include another three chapters.  There needs to be a conclusion so that the reader isn’t left dangling and frustrated.

Some of you might be saying to yourselves, “I want the reader to be drooling for more, don’t I?”  Yes, you do, but not like this.  Right now, I have no interest in reading the other books, because I can’t trust the author to avoid doing this again.  What if I reach the last book and he STILL doesn’t answer all the questions he set up?  I may eventually read the rest of the series, but right now, I’m still irritated.  And since there are far too many books out there that might not let me down, I’m moving on.

So please, for the love of all you consider holy, don’t ever leave me hanging.  I won’t appreciate it.

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Another thought that’s been bugging me lately is the idea of romance blossoming between creatures of the night and nubile young human women.  Two issues with this… one is that humans are generally food for the undead, and I’ve never felt that deeply about my macaroni & cheese, you know?  But I can get past that one if I need to.  The thing that really gets under my skin is the age difference.

I am 52 years old, and while I consider myself young-at-heart, I nevertheless remain a middle-aged person.  Young men in their 20s or younger are not attractive to me beyond a sort of motherly, “isn’t he precious” way.  People that far away from my own experience don’t have the cultural touchstones that I do.  They like music I’ve never heard, they admire television stars I wouldn’t recognize if they walked up and smacked me.  (The current season of Dancing With The Stars has exactly three contestants I’ve even HEARD of before.)  I can be friendly with young people, have conversations and discuss books and such, but the idea of falling in love with someone thirty years my junior is flat-out icky to me.  So if a mere thirty years does it for me, how much worse must it be for a 300-year-old vampire and a 17-year-old girl?  What would they even have to talk about?  Come to think of it, what would a 300-year-old creature of any kind have in common with any ordinary human?  To it, they would all be toddlers, throwing their cottage cheese at the wall and babbling nonsense.  Adorable for a moment, but ultimately too annoying to bear.

I’ve often wondered if you don’t run into vampires much in real life because they lost patience and flung themselves onto the beach at sunrise, just to get some peace.  I think next time I vacation at the beach, I’m going to go hunting for humanoid shaped ash piles, just to see.  *laughs*

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And last of all, why does anyone like green peppers?  How?  It’s a mystery to me how any of you can stand to put that hideous green foulness anywhere near your plate.  Pass me the pickled beets and roasted brussels sprouts, thanks.


4 comments to Quick Thoughts I Had Over The Weekend

  • I agree with you completely on the unfinished books and the ancient vampires falling for young women–they drive me crazy. (And I’ve got to go to work momentarily so I’m not going into my rant about older men/younger women, which I suppose naturally evolves into ancient vampires/young women.)

    But when you attack green peppers and favor pickled beets? Sorry, but we will never see eye-to-eye on that!

  • Hepseba ALHH

    What boggles my mind is how a 200-year(or-however)-old vampire can stand to stay in highschool that long.

  • Razziecat

    First thought: On the unfinished story, I hear you. The variation on this that I hate is when the most obvious solution, the one that’s the proverbial elephant in the room, is NOT the solution chosen by the author and the reason why is never addressed. I love twists and unexpected endings, but only if there has been a proper set-up to it throughout the story, so that when I read it, my thoughts are, “Of course! I should have seen that coming!”…Because there were clues, however subtle, that make the ending appropriate.

    Second thought: Aged vampires/young women = Ick? Absolutely. Of course the vampires never LOOK old, but if they are, then yes, this bugs me. I confess that I once wrote a vampire short story (and never intend to write another), and one of the readers who critiqued it said they had a hard time accepting my 150+-year-old vampire falling for a 21-year-old woman. If I ever rewrite it, that stuff is going to change. I’ve never understood the whole vamp craze, anyway. There’s nothing romantic or erotic about someone sucking blood out of you 🙁

    Third thought: Green peppers must be cooked to be appreciated. But I prefer yellow, orange and red ones anyway. 😀 What I cannot stand is kale! Yuck!

  • Amen and Amen! Preach it, sister Misty!