some spontaneous prose full
of starts and stops and
definitely some
spelling mistakes. My idea
of the romantic
is all skewed. I think
it's because it's soon Valen-
tines. No idea what
that is *actually*
supposed to mean, but it is.
It's true and it's fact.
The love-fest is al-
most upon us. And I run,
hiding. As I'm in
love with too many.
It cannot work for me. I
just want a sausage
dog. I could be ba-
sically happy for as
long as I live, if
I had a sausage
dog running alongside me.
One day. Goddamn it -
ONE DAY.
Why am I writing this on my blog? Really? Isn't it supposed to be a place of insightfuls that people might actually want to read? Reviews of films I've seen or books I've read? Oh shit - yes, I could write to you about The Dreamers. I read that recently. I found myself intoxicated despite the theme being something I couldn't wholly relate.. but you know what I mean. Pushing boundaries, the French text, the romantic themes (or is it indeed a desperate act of lust and the need to belong?) Whatever it was - I really enjoyed every page. When I decided that I didn't actually know how to write a book review - My friend suggested I just tell him what I thought by starting with "I loved The Dreamers because..." and I came up with this:
What I loved most about The Dreamers was its pure and startling honesty and the depth at which you are let into the relationship of the main characters. Like a secret you feel lost in. A voyeuristic, heart quickening, dark, sweet read.
I think his advice worked pretty well. But to be honest - I work in a bloody bookshop - I should be so used to writing reviews by now. It should flow off my pen (or fingers as I type) But it doesn't. It comes slowly. As I get into the flow of writing like this - as I do at home, fast and inebriated things do change - the descriptive writing begins to drip like ink of my roller and I haphazardly stamp my thoughts all over the place. It's not always neat - but hey. It's the thought that counts. And it's all hand made. Honest, good thoughts. Streaming from my eyes and ears and breath.