You'll have to excuse the mad ravings of a smitten fanboy, but Buffy is incredible. I've watched five episodes in twenty-four hours, which probably isn't healthy. I'm just so glad my DVD Boxset containing all seven seasons arrived; it took twice as loong as it should have!
I hate the postal service. "No. Don't bring it back to the post office if I'm out. LEAVE IT WITH A NEIGHBOUR."
Other than that, I've been pressing onward slowly but consistently with The Pure Land, a fascinating historical novel set in 19th Century Japan. The type of writing is odd, yet enchanting. Alan Spence writes with such fluidity that I can't help but be wrapped up in his untimely emphasises.
This is where The Pure Land's biggest problem lies. Although the writing is excellent, enrapturing, and endlessly delightful, I find myself being swept away bt the pretty words, unable to truly comprehend the actual plot of the story. He focuses on things like the way things are done, instead of the actual event itself. I find myself so lost in this delictable sea of adverbs that I become completely ignorant to the point of the chapter.
But alas, I'm really enjoying it. Who cares about the plot when you have pretty words and phrasing?
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Indeed, what is plot to the graceful noun and the well-worked verb? The beautifully-turned phrase, the vision of a comma placed just so, a litany of adjectives and adverbs so well drawn you can literally taste the image being described?
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It seems postal service, out that way (across that great pond called the Atlantic!) finds making life difficult and inconvenient for those who use it, xD The post isn't any better where I live. It's to the point, now, that my family plays the part of postman every other week; we sort our neighbours' mail from our own and deliver their bills and letters to them after the postman drives off.
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