So, while I was on holiday, I read two books I have yet to report on. The first was The Lecturer's Tale. I really didn't like this book much. It wasn't that it was badly written. I'm pretty sure the prose was meant to parody famous literature in places actually, it just wasn't the humour, black or otherwise, that the book was marketed as. The story it portrayed was mostly depressing, and far too accurate. The main 'villian' was disappointing and cliched, while the main character, while decently characterized, was just very bland. I suspect part of my trouble was that it really wasn't for someone with my sense of humour. I'd say the other problem was that the book was boring.
The second book was Diana Gabalon's Outlander which I read rather tentatively, since historical fiction tends to end with me frustratingly slamming the book against a wall at how inaccurate the history is. Oddly, that really wasn't the case with this book. There were some minor problems (most, strangely enough, in attitude), but in general the history seemed to be okay. Of course, I've never made a study of that particular time period (17th century Scotland) and I'm pretty sure if I did, I'd come up with a lot more nitpicks, but since I haven't, we'll leave that be.
The book isn't advertised like a romance novel, though that's obviously what it is, which is something of a pity, since it was quite interesting up until it fell into too many cliches for me to suspend my disbelief. And, that I think, was the problem. The writing was well done, as were the characterizations of any major characters. I was very into the novel for the first 200-300 pages. The 'romance' was low key and it looked like there were a lot of possibilities for the plot - and then there was suddenly a contrived, forced marriage that reminded me of every soul bonding/forced marriage I've ever had the displeasure of reading in fanfic. After that, it wasn't like the writing changed or anything, but it got kinda boring. In fact, I really had to force myself to finish the last couple hundred pages of the book. The only reason I'd pick up the second book is if my serial bookworm guilt over not finishing a story kicks in.
The second book was Diana Gabalon's Outlander which I read rather tentatively, since historical fiction tends to end with me frustratingly slamming the book against a wall at how inaccurate the history is. Oddly, that really wasn't the case with this book. There were some minor problems (most, strangely enough, in attitude), but in general the history seemed to be okay. Of course, I've never made a study of that particular time period (17th century Scotland) and I'm pretty sure if I did, I'd come up with a lot more nitpicks, but since I haven't, we'll leave that be.
The book isn't advertised like a romance novel, though that's obviously what it is, which is something of a pity, since it was quite interesting up until it fell into too many cliches for me to suspend my disbelief. And, that I think, was the problem. The writing was well done, as were the characterizations of any major characters. I was very into the novel for the first 200-300 pages. The 'romance' was low key and it looked like there were a lot of possibilities for the plot - and then there was suddenly a contrived, forced marriage that reminded me of every soul bonding/forced marriage I've ever had the displeasure of reading in fanfic. After that, it wasn't like the writing changed or anything, but it got kinda boring. In fact, I really had to force myself to finish the last couple hundred pages of the book. The only reason I'd pick up the second book is if my serial bookworm guilt over not finishing a story kicks in.
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I will go iron my hands now.
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And you only need iron your hands a few times;)
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It's good to know my instincts were right about the history being inaccurate from someone who's studied the time period:)
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Always trust your instincts! What does bug me is that I keep seeing squeeing references from fangirls about Gabaldon's 'marvellous research'. Excuse me? What research, would be more like it.