It was very fun. Several parts had me laughing out loud. But the funny thing was that the main thing it helped me figure out was something I've been trying to figure out with a different book I've been reading. It is called The Name of the Wind. It is an absolutely incredible book. Beyond amazing. But I am hardly into it (it is a thick book so being in the 100s isn't that far in) and having such a hard time reading it... Reading Riordan's book helped me figure out while. The Lightning Thief is great. Don't get me wrong. But it follows it's genre perfectly and is a simple read. There are not really that many gorgeous paragraphs of description or short meditations on human nature. There are fun, goofy comments and every now and then a couple sentences that could draw you into some deeper thoughts. Perfect for a book written about a twelve year old boy with dyslexia and ADHD who is off on his first quest, figuring out that his father is Poseidon. I actually really like how he views ADHD as something that backfires horribly in school, but is what keeps him alive in battle. It really is a fun book with some interesting ideas about how the world might work :)
Back to The Name of the Wind though. This book is so incredibly well-written that you cannot but feel everything so incredibly deeply. The pain and the wisdom. And the crazy trouble-making curiosity of a kid way too smart for his own good. I love the main character. I love the world, even though I only have some hints about how it all works and fits together. I love it all so much it is everything I can do to keep my distance. I feel things so deeply that I am often scared away by the things that make me feel the most. I am almost scared of this book because I'm afraid it will make me feel too much--suck me into its world so that I don't get the stuff done that I need to get done and make me completely unfit to be seen in public.
If I was going to say anything else, I don't remember what it was. I'm sleepy. Good night.
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