AAAAAARGH

The reading was worse than I thought.  One essay was lovely (C, if you're reading this, it was yours!), one was sorta pointless, but whatever, and ONE MADE ME WANT TO DROWN THE WRITER IN GREEN BEER.  And the worst thing is, in this flaming pile of dog crap that she calls a profile of an Irish imigrant "living the American dream" (actual, literal f***ing quote) and who reminds her when he "talk[s] about being an immigrant and grabbing every opportunity that comes your way, you feel as though you're speaking to your grandmother talking about when she first stepped foot on Ellis Island in 1920" this wac actually f***ing PUBLISHED somewhere.  I hope in her IMAGINATION.  Seriously, C, if you are reading this, and it's tomorrow (Tues.) please gchat me and talk me the hell down, because I want to strangle the profile's subject with the d*** strings from a f***ing Irish harp.  No, I want to tear out his guts and use them to string the harp, and then use THAT to play a dirge at his funeral.  While I laugh. 
I have not had such a visceral reaction to a chraracter in a long time and I just read a book this weekend where there was a slave owner who repeatedly raped his slave/half-sister.  And then I was like "hmm, I want to know more about their backstory, what an AMAZING subject that could have been for Perkins-Valdez to expand on." 
But this person I want to kill.  Persons.  Subject and profiler.  Well, can't do that, but clearly, I am never going to Tommy Doyles.  And once again the preferrable option will be for me to sit in sullen silence in the back of the room during class, because God help us all if I open my mouth tomorrow to comment on the paper.  And Kendall Square is not in Boston!  Maybe other people don't know the difference between the City on a Hill and the People's Republic, but that is no excuse for being sloppy.
Hmm.  Sometimes even I am taken aback by how violent and mean-spirited I am...but I guess that's because I'm not from an island in Maine :)  Good thing nobody turned in an essay this week profiling those d*** barefooted wanna-be hippies lolling about on Newbury Street playing their sitars.  I am probably going to be removed as Governor of Browntown, but something about the sitar just makes me want to hit people.  Totally the opposite of all chill and enlightenment-find-y.  Could just be the sight of other people's filthy feet out in public, though...yeah, let's go with that.

Rain, rain, go away...

I have homework to do, so...guess that makes it blogging time!  Just lugged groceries home in the rain and do not feel like writing essay critiques.  The reading shouldn't be the issue, but the writing is always a pain.  Well, baby steps, I guess.  Reincarnationist was pretty bad.  I kept reading it, because it was either that or fight-starting texts to the guy I tried to break up with over the weekend (which is great, since we weren't even dating), but it was predictable and boring, no matter how many explosions, sex scenes, assasins, and buried treasures were crammed in.  I think it's the first in the series, but I can't see myself reading more unless I am REALLY bored and the book is for sale RIGHT in front of me for REALLY cheap.  And, you know, I am in the mood for something totally pointless.  Wench, by Dolen Perkins-Valdez, on the other hand, was really good.  Roughly, its the story of four slave women, and some slave men, who are brought over the course of a couple summers by their masters to a resort in the North, just before the Civil War.  One of them women ends up being the main character (although not the woman I initially though the book would center on), but all the women, and most of the characters, were well drawn.  Of course, mark of a good book - the more fully-drawn each of the characters were, the more I wanted to know about them!  I would be thrilled if the author were to even tell almost the same story four times, from the point of view of the different women, and I would devour each book as soon as I could.  The men, particularly the white men don't fare as well (the slaveowners are especially one-dimensional), but a minor issue.

Correction

Said on Wednesday that I had "tried" to read the third Sebastian St. Cyr mystery, but it turns out I actually did, in fact, read Why Mermaids Sing, by C.S. Harris, from cover to cover.  I was totally confused for a second because it was on my "read, now I need to find somewhere for them to live" shelf, instead of my "waiting to read" or my "started, moved on to something else, will come back to it" shelves, but then I flipped to a random page in the middle, and realized I not only knew the story, but knew how it ended.  So, clearly not the most life-changing of books, but I do think I enjoyed reading it in a desultory, casual way.  And I will almost certainly read whatever the next book is in the series, at some point.  Although not because I am dying to figure out what is going on with the main character's personal life, the amazing tribulations, twists, and turns of which have actually been disappointingly predictable.  And when unintentional incest and maybe dead / maybe not dead people  are predictable, and it's not a soap opera, that's pretty sad.  But now I am thinking I am totally going to spend some time this weekend watching General Hospital, instead of doing my essays, homework, or taxes, yay!  Of course, I also have a gajillion books apparently waiting for me to be picked up from Widener and the BPL, plus the random ones I've been picking up recently, so I should really focus on my fun reading, at the very minimum - someone's recalled Wench, from me & it's due 4/1 now, so that at least has to be read!  Don't even remember what it's about, but the title still makes me giggle, so I am looking forward to it.  Should be finishing up the P.D. James I got the other day, Innocent Blood, some time this evening, given that I have some extra time on the bus getting to and from my electrolysis appointment.  Not looking forward to that, but am just going to try and lay back and think of England...er, hairless armpits.  As If An Enemy's Country is also waiting for me to pick it up, but I think that I will be in too much pain to focus on that, so James it is...and then Wench!  Hehehe.  Yep, makes me laugh every time - God help me if it ends up being some super serious book.