Friday, October 29, 2010

Schizophrenic Book Club Review - Angelology by Danielle Trussoni

I've decided to begin a Book Club...the members being Me, Myself, and I.  It will be hereinafter referred to as the Schizophrenic Book Club or SchizoBC for short.  I have managed to read an immense volume of books in the entire 26 years of my existence, with 21 years of actually being able to read, about half of that being in the last 5 years, and the majority of that in the past year and a half (I find I read twice as fast with my e-reader).  It seems only logical that I begin to write reviews.  The club is highly exclusive, no other persons are allowed to become members unless they tend to stick to a highly regimented diet of fantasy fiction, science fiction, horror, mystery and the occasional historical or religious non-fiction. 

While I cannot go back and review any of the numerous books I have previously read, it's an overall fact that I probably will not give many bad reviews.  Mostly because if a book is that bad, I won't continue reading it.  Another reason we don't give many bad reviews is because due to the nature of the book clubs general genre and type of literature most prominent in the reading list, we enjoy stories (even mediocre ones) for the sheer entertainment value.  While many serious literature fanatics pin point the errors in prose and plot problems of the author, I tend to have a more innocent approach to each story, absorbing words and mentally transforming them into a video presentation in my head and getting lost in the movie so to speak. Only when the author has done an incredibly poor job of pulling the plot together and/or character development, unanswered questions, etc. do I step out of that world and think to myself..."well that makes no sense".

Another reason my book club discourages other members is because I like to encourage people to read books despite the reviews.  Reading reviews should only be used to help you find other books that you will enjoy, as most reviewers have lists of books they enjoy and more often than not will follow some kind of pattern.  In most cases you can discern a persons personality by that list of books.  If you find yourself agreeing with someones general reviews on a number of books you may look to see what books you haven't read that they've also enjoyed, chances are you will enjoy those as well.  Enough chatter...on to the review.

Angelology by Danielle Trussoni

Angelology managed to catch my eye on various lists that have been generated (probably by a computer) as a 'reccommended' read in accordance with other books I have enjoyed, bought, or read.  A whole secret sect dedicated to studying and protecting the world from the secret offspring of angels and man? Intriguing. Add in some biblical references and ancient mythology and you got your story.  Maybe...

This Ms Trussoni's debut novel, and honestly I had a difficult time staying in the story.  My usual approach of letting myself become absorbed into the story has not worked in this case.  The premise of the story revolves around this secret organization of angelologists who not only study angels but have made it their mission to protect human kind from their hybrid children, the nephilim, who have endeavored to gain the power to rule over and enslave humans.  The concept is there, and it is quite brilliant, but the execution of the story is lacking.

The story begins in present time, 1999, and starts off following a young nun, Sister Evangeline, who as the convent's secretary comes across an intriguing letter from a researcher, Verlaine, who is inquiring about an unknown link between the convent and the late Mrs Abigail Rockefeller.  Upon confirming this link, the two are then unimaginatively thrust into a war decades in between this secret sect of angelologists and the nephilim. 

The story backtracks to pre-WW2; an angelologist, Gabrielle, who is Evangeline's maternal grandmother, becomes dangerously intertwined within the nephilim society infiltrating one of their prominent families, the Grigori. This leads to an expedition to the cave where the angels, who fathered the nephilim and cast down from heaven, were imprisoned until judgment day. And where a historical, mythical object of biblical lore was first collected by the angelologists who entrusted its safe keeping to Mrs Rockefeller who has taken its hidden location with her to the grave. Or, so they believed.

This story also follows Percival Grigori, the nephilim with whom Gabrielle had her dangerous affair.  He suffers from an unknown debilitating illness and is searching for the missing object to be used to heal him. (Here I'm confused, and see no reason why his story made any contributions to the main plot)

In present time, Evangeline and Verlaine continue to uncover truths about Evangeline's history, and in a weakly combined "Da Vinci Code" style series of puzzles, they quickly uncover keys to the possible location of the missing object.  Their discoveries lead to a race to collect this object, which the nephilim would kill to possess, that potentially has the power to create or destroy the world as it is known.  

The problem I had with this book is, nothing is explained.  Too many characters are introduced without the proper background information, you don't know why any of the characters act the way they do.  Why would Evangeline, with 11 years of service to the convent begin questioning their ways, lie to another nun? Too many questions are left unanswered, how did angelology become a profession for example, how did they recruit?  The entertainment value is there, the plot has many, many kinks. And whoever edited this book did a poor job as well.  Many minor mistakes were noted that caused a disruption in the flow of the story.  And the end! In my head, the words..."UGH...WHAT?!" appeared.  The end...violently piecemealed in such a fashion that explains nothing.  It left me severely disappointed.  The plot is left open ended, although the story seems to end, there are far too many questions at the end than my usual, "What's going to happen to this character"...

The story, when it flowed well, was entertaining and enrapturing. I enjoyed parts of the book, and disliked parts.  The forced love interest between Evangeline and Verlaine was childish, it was more like 2 teenagers, trying to figure out if the other liked them rather than the mature adults they were suppose to be. Overall, 2 stars. Sad, I hardly ever rate books less than 3 stars, but this book was a disappointment for as interesting the plot could have been.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Brain Farts and Lacking Smarts

 The last 2.5 days have been facial agony. One particular sinus cavity has decided it wanted to throw a temper tantrum.  It's childish antics suggest it's reluctance to accept the fact that summer is now over, and fall has begun.  The recent bouts of unseasonably warm weather has finally come to an end.  Gone are the days of short sleeves and skirts...remind me where I put my parka...  You would think my body would know that this happens every year, but of course not.  Another reason I always seem to be sick this time of year. Darn you pollen!  Why do they call it a sinus headache when its not my head that aches, but my face? Is it because the face is generally considered part of the head?

These past few days, I have been seriously lacking proper brain functions.  The synapses are just not firing at the appropriate speeds.  I haven't been getting proper sleep, even though I give myself enough time to sleep.  Hello, I was in bed at 10 yesterday. Call me lame, but I should have gotten ample sleep.  I remember more of my dreams last night than I do of this entire morning.  Oh I hope I've been doing this grading plan right. 

My brain has been blank, I've not had one bloggable thought train in a few days.  And the ones I did have I had completely forgotten.  Classic brain fart syndrome.  I'm going to blame this one on hormones and my angsty maxillary sinus.  Forgive me if I don't post in the next couple days. 

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Count on Me - Bruno Mars

If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea,
I'll sail the world, to find you
If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see,
I'll be the light, to guide you

Find out what we're made of
When we are called to help our friends in need

You can count on me like 1 2 3
I'll be there
And I know when I need it I can count on you like 4 3 2
And you'll be there
Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah

Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh, Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Oooooh
Yeah Yeah

If you're tossin' and you're turnin' and you just can't fall asleep
I'll sing a song, beside you
And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me
Everyday I will, remind you

Ohh
Find out what we're made of
When we are called to help our friends in need

You can count on me like 1 2 3
I'll be there
And I know when I need it I can count on you like 4 3 2
And you'll be there
Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah

Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooooh, Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Oooooh
Yeah Yeah

You'll always have my shoulder when you cry
I'll never let go, never say goodbye

You know you can count on me like 1 2 3
I'll be there
And I know when I need it I can count on you like 4 3 2
And you'll be there
Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah

Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh, Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Oooooh
You can count on me 'cause I can count on you...


Easily one of my favorite songs...

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Plain Grumpiness...

I am working on some serious sleep debt this week.  I haven't once gone to bed since Friday night before 11 pm.  It's getting to the point where I would probably scare people if I didn't put make-up on.  While it does have its perks in the month leading up to Halloween, looking like the living dead probably isn't acceptable at the work place unless it is actually Halloween (or you work for Hot Topic).  Last night was the latest night, finally shutting off the computer at quarter to 1...only to have to turn it back on to send a forgotten email.  

I know, you might think a bedtime of 9:30 or 10pm is pretty early, and something you'd only make your kids do, but considering I wake up at 5:30 am, I think that's just about right.    While I can seemingly function on 5 hours of sleep, it doesn't necessarily mean I am completely cognizant of my actions during those waking hours. It's a good thing I'm not doing any calculations today.  As I've learned early on, I'm the kind of person that needs a full 7-8 hrs of sleep.  If perhaps I've managed to accrue some sleep debt, I also become the crankiest old fart on earth.  This week I know I've been grumpy towards everyone, especially my husband, and this morning I want nothing to do with people in general.  Unfortunately, that's not the way the world works.  Although I may soon have to resort to stamping a big F*** OFF on the front of my shirt in hopes that it would deter the majority of the population away from my scowling face as I listlessly cling to my cooling coffee cup. 

I have to ask myself why do I put myself through these times of stress and severe lack of sleep, and the answer back to myself always seems to be along the lines of..."you do not know how to say no to your family".   Ah, the endless bombardment of "can you help me?" from my completely computer inept mother is one of the most irksome things that cause me stress.  Yesterday, I had to set up a place card template, which she promptly screwed up.  And as I was about to leave at 10:30pm, she drops a disk in my lap and asks why the movies won't work on her computer and if it will work with the projector the DJ is providing after telling me he can't use a laptop with the projector.  WHAT?!  She tried to relay what the DJ had told her over the phone, but as mentioned previously her lack of technological skills causes her to not understand a word of what he had said. 

This luncheon party for my lola's 80th birthday is becoming quite the event.  I'll never understand why we have to have a program for a birthday party.  But, my parents are performers.  They don't just throw a party...they HOST it. There are singing acts, and dancing acts, and slideshows, and speeches. I used to get into that sort of thing.  My cousins and my sisters and I used to perform also.  But that was when we were all still in school...when we had all summer to mess around, choreographing and practicing a dance number.  We were requested to do yet another dance performance, but finally we said we could not.  We have no time to do so.  My mom was disappointed, but I'm sitting there thinking, are you kidding me? normal people have birthday parties that don't involve hiring luau dancers or a mariachi band! 

The problem is, ever since they started doing this, they've raised the bar so high and now they feel like they have to meet that bar every time they host a party.  When in reality, none of it is really necessary.  And there is a difference between a luncheon and a dinner party.  But here I go getting involved in the theatrics of the party planning simply because my mother wants to hand make the table numbers and party favors and programs.  And even though there were months to plan it, somehow we managed to put off all the work until the last week.  To me that says, I don't want to put in this much work to plan a party.  So, why do it? I came up with the project to do a scrapbook, and that's my fault for not doing more of the work early on.  I add to my own stress apparently.  But the scrapbook is finally complete...mostly. I might have 1 more page to do, but I'll just throw it together.

On a completely different tangent, I seem to be the go-to person for random questions in my family.  My baby sister calls me and wants to know how to find out how to determine if a highway ramp in Iowa is closed and how to get around it.  Hm, well, you could pull out a map and just drive there.  If it's closed, use the map to find another exit.  My other sister tries to find out how to cook things...like lasagna.  It's called Google my dears...when you call and ask me, that's all I do.  Google is your friend.  What makes me the expert in all things random? Worse yet, why do I continue to keep answering their questions?

sleep deprived.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Things to note...

1. Always bring antihistamine to South Carolina. This is something I tend to forget because of how infrequently we visit Columbia, but every time we go there the allergens and all round mustiness of the south combined with Grandpa Ray's home wreaks havoc on my sinuses.  I'm still suffering from a stuffy runny nose. 

One good thing we discovered during this trip was that Kona is a good traveler.  It didn't take him long to realize we were going to be driving for a while, and quickly settled down.  He wasn't obnoxious for most of the 14 hour drive to and from Columbia.  Actually, he was very well behaved for the most part.  Especially considering he was not crated for the whole trip. 

2. Find a job where I can get Columbus Day off.  What is the deal? Why do some people get this holiday off and I don't?  It is a federal holiday is it not? Maybe I'd just be fine working if everybody else had to work as well.  But if the banks aren't open, why should some people, read: me, have to work? 


3. Make sure to sleep in past 7 am sometimes.  Minus the 48 hr stretch where I sustained a level of semi-consciousness as I recovered from a viral attack on my body, it's been about 5 months since I've been able to sleep in past 6 or 7 am.  Even on the weekends.  Pre-Kona, I routinely slept in on Saturdays until 9 am or later.  I find myself scoffing at anyone who says they woke up early at 7 am, or anyone who says an 8 am start time during the week is early.  You bastards, try having to BE AT WORK by 7 am.  See how much of a difference that extra hour of sleep makes every day and then come talk to me.   Then, I talk to my boss who gets up before 7 am on his own on the weekends and still manages to go out with his buddies at night and I can't help but wonder how in the world he survives off so little sleep.  


4. Save more money.  I want another lens for my toy! Too bad the lenses I'm interested in are upwards of $700+.  What a disastrously expensive hobby.  But something I may need before I even can buy another lens is a camera bag...hint hint.  I probably should not just be haphazardly shoving the $500 camera into my purse alongside my makeup, wallet, and keys...


So many things to remember, so many things I want to do...

Monday, October 4, 2010

Random Observations..

Why does 60°F in the fall feel much colder than 60°F in the spring? It's the same temperature! While part of me would like to bask in the brisk mornings and I must admit my childish glee at seeing my breath in the cold air, the other part of me is aching for the warm summer back.  I miss having summer vacation.  No, I miss having vacations period.  I'm not talking about just the weekend getaway, though those are nice for a short break.  No, I'm talking about a week long travel to somewhere different vacation.  I long to explore...

The past 3 days I had to puppy sit my best friend's dog, Cooper.  He really is a sweet loving dog, but not trained much...or more specifically, not potty trained.  Didn't I just go through this already with my puppy? When do puppies outgrow the excitement potty accidents? Cooper needs firm consistent training, and I'm not sure he's getting it at home.  I almost feel bad for him, because he does have the potential to be a very good companion.  But the energy...oh the puppy energy he has.  It makes me so thankful for how behaved my puppy is.  My puppy isn't the most well behaved of course, but he is still just about 8 months old. I do tend to forget his isn't even a year old yet though because he is over 60 lbs now! Such a massive dog. He makes the old man look small, and I never thought Hunter was a small dog. Still, using 2 rolls of paper towels in 3 days seems like a waste.  I think I will not be so easily convinced next time to take care of him...at least not until hes properly potty trained.

So, its October now...and the cold weather is a reminder of the holiday season to come.  And yet, it's faux pas to listen to holiday music until after Thanksgiving.  Why is that? I love holiday music.  It's so cheery and reminds me of old times when we used to have large family parties.  Everyone would come and our house would be the loudest, most festive home on the block.  

Opera season has officially begun! I'm all culture-fied and swanky now.  Our seats are practically right down the middle on the first balcony.  Excellent viewing.  And since we bought a set, those are our seats for the entire season.  The couple next to us has opera glasses.  I have to say I got a little jealous...that would come in handy to see the performers a lot better. If I had those it would make the opera experience all the more complete.  But I suppose it's not necessary...I don't really need to see the faces of the performers. Friday was opening night, black tie recommended.  I did not show up in a ballgown, mostly because there's no way I'm walking around downtown in a ballgown, but I do have a formal skirt that I wore.  Always fun to play dress up! 

There's a good chance I may disappear for the next 2 weeks, as I need to work on the scrapbook for my lola's 80th birthday.  Hasta Luego!