I haven’t done one of these in ages and my guilt is piling up. Heh. So since it’s 1:25 am and my bedtime is around 4 am-ish (Ramadan is playing havoc with my sleeping timetable; it’s a good thing I’m on summer break right now) and the only sound I hear are the machines in some factory further away – oh wait, no, that’s a ship horn. Anyway, wow, I get carried away. Here’s me baring my soul to you, Internet.
1. I find it very difficult to read a book written by a male author with a male protagonist. I don’t know why. It’s not that I automatically dislike them. I have liked many books written by male authors. It’s just that reading from the perspective of a male protagonist…I am unable to relate to them. Most of the time. Or maybe it’s just a self-imposed mental block? I don’t know. I’m currently reading The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss which is a very good novel according to all the many reviews on Goodreads but it’s just so difficult to get into right now. Of course I’m only on like page 48 and there are 621 pages or something so… I shall continue on. Funnily enough, if it’s high literature, I have no trouble with male protags. It’s just entertainment lit that I don’t go for them.
2. I know this is wrong and I know I’m a horrible person but sometimes I judge a person by what they rate their books. Heh. Case in example, this one person on my friend list over at GR gave a Virginia Woolfe book 1 star and Twilight 5 stars. My brain, it exploded into putty. I couldn’t fathom the thought that anyone could actually compare the two and when doing so, find the Woolfe novel lacking. I mean… seriously?
That’s all for now. Don’t judge me too harshly.