I just finished reading Stephen King’s new zombie tribute book Cell. I read the book in two days, which isn’t saying anything about its page count so much as my inability to put the book down.
A few months back Entertinment Weekly actually had the first few pages of the book in their magazine. I tried to read it but for some reason I just couldn’t get into it, probably because of the illustrations they included to go with the narrative of the story. Based on how much I really enjoyed the book I’m convinced now more then ever I won’t pay any mind to the in-magazine type previews that most magazines can run.
I really enjoyed this story. The jury in my head is still out on whether over all it was a good story or not, but it was a good solid read that started and didn’t quit. It never bogged me down with the histories of the characters, which really worked to help connect me WITH the story, placing me in the same exact mind set as the people we follow in the story. I also found the pace and the story very cinematic while I was reading it. Considering the book has a dedication to George Romero I suppose this shouldn’t come as a shock. I’m also pleased that Eli Roth is already attached to the film version of this book. Gives me hope for something more watchable and less Dream Catcher.
My Boring Ass Life – The Middle East
I was going to sit down and write a bunch of real purty words and put them into an amazingly funny and entertaining story here, but then I read the above and realized that I’ve still got some work to do until I can compete.
I haven’t written anything in here for a while… again.
The thing that gets me is that there is actually plenty that I would normally like to write about. I don’t know who in the world would even be interested in reading about it, but just the same at least 100 stupid things traverse the synapsis of my mind that I wouldn’t mind putting the virtual pen to virtual paper and cranking out a few of them. Then I finally sit down, prepare to type, and find myself staring into the great white void that the text box I type this in to suddenly becomes.
After looking at the great white void I then start to ponder the things that my daughter has done so far that day to amuse me, entertain me, remind me why it is silly to question the meaning of life and just enjoy the process of it instead. She can do really simple things and they just come across as adorable and amazing. An example of such was just told to me by my wife.
After picking her up and getting home my 2 and a half year old bundle of wonder saw her new Giggle and Tickle Curious George sitting on the couch. Instantly she bursts out, “George! Hi George! I love you George!”
See, something incredibly simple and hearing the story just melted my heart all over again.
You may think, “So what?” My guess is if you ask the question you might not be a parent.
I’ll try to write down some of my silly musings so that tomorrow I can offer up some semi-paradoxical gibberish that might be entertaining.
-WW
