December 29th, 2010


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I think I am becoming too cynical for my favorite fiction. Too many world-ending plots foiled at the last minute, I think. Especially when the writer intimates that there are OTHER plots going on at the same time. Who's gonna foil THOSE, huh?

And then there's the dupes that belive the promises of the 'big bad guys' that are intent on either enslaving humanity or wiping it out. Gotta wonder about THOSE intermediate 'bosses' in the story. I mean, what's their motivation, anway? Are they really stupid enough to believe promises of wealth and power? Then how do they make plans that come so close to working?!

And. ooooo, when the Big Bad comes from another whole planet? and you don't even have telescopes that can see it most of the time, much less space flight? The hopelessness level just goes up.

And... maybe I am no longer confused as to why I am having trouble reading The House on Durrow Street.