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[minervasolo]

I finished Mary Barton! I like the characters, but the author keeps dropping in to say stuff like "Now I will tell you about..." and "I will go back and talk about..." which is as irritating in published fiction as it is in online. Toast didn't think I'd finish it in time. Heh. He known not yet how determined a reader am I. So determined, I'm about to start the next book on my reading list. Who knows, maybe by the end of the term I'll actually be able to read book I choose!

Met Toast's girlfriend last night, which for some reason he thought was going to be an apocalyptic encounter. She seems lovely, which is a given, really. Oh, and she's possessed of the coolest bedsheets ever. We watched Young Frankenstein, and had some biscuits, and her hair is even curlier than Toast's.

Anyway, it's an alarmingly pleasent day out there. As in don't need a coat, and can leave my window open. I could even go shopping, since I need to. Or I could just curl up with Bronte and more cups of tea.

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[toasty-renfield.livejournal.com]

Did Toast really think you wouldn't finish? He can't remeber, anyway he prostrates himself before your brilliance in the field of reading!

[minervasolo.livejournal.com]

Toast was definitely skeptical, as I recall. and heee ^_^

[franky-spade.livejournal.com]

i'm lost, who is toast?

[minervasolo.livejournal.com]

Chris. He became Toast a little while ago, after a discussion about peanut butter and jam. I'm sure you can work out the details!

[flying-anteater.livejournal.com]

I like the characters, but the author keeps dropping in to say stuff like "Now I will tell you about..." and "I will go back and talk about..." which is as irritating in published fiction as it is in online.

Oh, isn't that annoying? Not too long ago I tried to read Salman Rushdie's _The Ground Beneath Her Feet_, because he was supposed to be one of those intellectual writers. Anway, about 100 pages into it, he's still talking about their childhood, and he stops and says something like, "Before this run-away-bus of a story goes any further..." let me stop and tell you more about their past.

And I threw up my hands in disgust. Feh!

[minervasolo.livejournal.com]

They never start doing it at the beginning, do they? Elizabeth Gaskell suddenly started, as you say, about a hundred pages in, increasing in frequency towards the end of the book. Dickens does it too, but it's less intrusive when he does, probably because it isn't just random one-liners.

[buzzylittleb.livejournal.com]

Sounds like my favourite ancient greek, herodotos, final wrote a novel, then... he was the god of "now, I will tell you about"