Day 5: a book/series you hate
Books I’ve not actually managed to finish? I hate James Joyce’s Ulysses, and yes I did indeed begin it, for an English subject. I got to the point where I was bribing myself to read it: “get through 20 pages, and you can read a chapter of that Eddings book.” Didn’t work. Hated the lack of punctuation (which I KNOW is a stylistic thing, I don’t care), hated the characters, BORED BORED BORED by the lack of plot.
That I have actually finished: A Thousand Acres, and consequently King Lear. Another I had to read for an English subject. This puts the story of Lear into the American Midwest, I think, sometime in the middle of the twentieth century. Again, I loathed the characters… and when it added memories of incest, it lost me completely. Can’t watch Lear ever again, by association (sorry, Amy).
Day 4: favourite book/series ever
I’ll go with series here, but it’s still an awfully difficult question: I mean, what criteria do I use? Eddings and McCaffrey bug me a little too much these days; Jasper Fforde has never quite peaked into the besotted stakes; Douglas Adams amuses me, but isn’t quite an absolute favourite.
I think I have to go with the Deathstalker series, by Simon Green, even though I think I’ve read them only once. It’s space opera at its finest, for me. Space ships; crazy technology; an empire ruled by a seriously terrifying Iron Bitch. A somewhat-bumbling hero who grows up beautifully; a tough and scary female lead (you know, I wonder if Joss Whedon has read these? Zoe has some awfully Hazel-like characteristics… but then again, not really); backed up by a marvellous, generally broken but grimly determined ensemble who just make me happy.
Also, there are awesome adventures, some not-overwhelming but inherently wonderful romances, witty banter, and some of the greatest worldbuilding ever.