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Ok. I finished Catherine Asaro's The Charmed Sphere earlier today, and I really liked it, but I had a few problems, and I'm not sure why.
It was a suprisingly easy read, ( not that this is a bad thing, I just thought it was going to be harder, considering the book looks big and imposing ) and I managed to finish it in a few hours.
The book moves along quite rapidly. You get the plot within the first few chapters, which is something that was almost startling ( though not unpleasant ) as a reader of Mercedes Lackey ( not insulting, but those of you who are readers of hers know that he takes a long time to get to the actual plot of her books. ).
Now that I think about it, I think the reason I feel no real absolute mad wild love of this book is because it's told from the point of view of the most normal person of the main characters. This is not a bad thing. I repeat, THIS IS NOT A BAD THING. However, I do feel that the story wouldn't really have changed at all if it had been told from some else's POV. ( Actually, there were a few places that ir was, and I found those more interesting. )
Anyway.
Went to temple here for the first time in a little over a year I think. Was enjoyable. Mostly because people recognized my dad, and then turned to me, and did one of four things.
1) Their mouths dropped a good foot.
2) Their eyes nearly fell out of their heads.
3) They did both of the above.
4) They denyed that I was me. "Is this [Sky]? No! Can't be!"
Mwaha. I feel special.
Also, met an interesting guy there. He'd be in the same grade as me, if he wasn't taking college classes instead of attending highschool. Which is just cool. Also, he likes anime and manga. Which, again, is just cool. Nope, not looking for another boyfriend, but he was tons of fun to talk to. Now, I just wish I could find him on LJ. *grumbles*
So, I've been doing some hand modeling for my mother, because she's selling these candles, and was using a video shot of about 20 seconds that my hands were in. And it's been this whole huge process, of which there was two days, and probably about 45 takes. She sent it out to the people that she was doing this for, and they said my nails are too long, That I look too -- what was it they said? -- Madison Avenue.
OMG, the whole reason my mother asked me to do it was because I have nice nails and pretty hands ( quoting her, not trying to sound arrogant. ). She said that we might have to do it again, and that I would have to cut my nails ( I may just file them down til they are a reasonable length, because I really do not want to cut them. ) Do you know how much effort I put into my nails? It's sad I know, but to keep them as nice as they are, I have to file them and make sure they don't break, and whatnot. I don't want to cut them, or even file them down really.
The only thing going for cutting/filing my nails/claws is that my mother would pay me to do it ( like a real hand model, though presumably not as much, as I bet they get paid a frickin' lot ) and I need the money ( being that I am jobless here in Santa Fe. ).
( On a side note, I realized that had I still been living here, I wouldn't have to look real hard for a part time job. I know someone who would give me job in a heartbeat, and I actually used to work for him when my dad did ( I got paid a dollar an hour, I was six, and almost never worked more than an hour. ) and I practically know the job already. Which is sad, because I can't get a job that easily in NY. Wah. Er... except that I already do have two jobs. Hm. >.>;; )
Also, I am totally sure that my mother hurt my computer somehow today. When I turned it on, it loaded to a blue screen right before it would normally load my background and icons on my screen and such like. And then my dad came and restarted it and it came on fine. But still. She was using it to print pictures today, pretty much all day. And, not to be mean, but my mother hurts technology. >.>;; Computers like, break after she touches them, I swear. I think my computer's soul is dead.
It was a suprisingly easy read, ( not that this is a bad thing, I just thought it was going to be harder, considering the book looks big and imposing ) and I managed to finish it in a few hours.
The book moves along quite rapidly. You get the plot within the first few chapters, which is something that was almost startling ( though not unpleasant ) as a reader of Mercedes Lackey ( not insulting, but those of you who are readers of hers know that he takes a long time to get to the actual plot of her books. ).
Now that I think about it, I think the reason I feel no real absolute mad wild love of this book is because it's told from the point of view of the most normal person of the main characters. This is not a bad thing. I repeat, THIS IS NOT A BAD THING. However, I do feel that the story wouldn't really have changed at all if it had been told from some else's POV. ( Actually, there were a few places that ir was, and I found those more interesting. )
Anyway.
Went to temple here for the first time in a little over a year I think. Was enjoyable. Mostly because people recognized my dad, and then turned to me, and did one of four things.
1) Their mouths dropped a good foot.
2) Their eyes nearly fell out of their heads.
3) They did both of the above.
4) They denyed that I was me. "Is this [Sky]? No! Can't be!"
Mwaha. I feel special.
Also, met an interesting guy there. He'd be in the same grade as me, if he wasn't taking college classes instead of attending highschool. Which is just cool. Also, he likes anime and manga. Which, again, is just cool. Nope, not looking for another boyfriend, but he was tons of fun to talk to. Now, I just wish I could find him on LJ. *grumbles*
So, I've been doing some hand modeling for my mother, because she's selling these candles, and was using a video shot of about 20 seconds that my hands were in. And it's been this whole huge process, of which there was two days, and probably about 45 takes. She sent it out to the people that she was doing this for, and they said my nails are too long, That I look too -- what was it they said? -- Madison Avenue.
OMG, the whole reason my mother asked me to do it was because I have nice nails and pretty hands ( quoting her, not trying to sound arrogant. ). She said that we might have to do it again, and that I would have to cut my nails ( I may just file them down til they are a reasonable length, because I really do not want to cut them. ) Do you know how much effort I put into my nails? It's sad I know, but to keep them as nice as they are, I have to file them and make sure they don't break, and whatnot. I don't want to cut them, or even file them down really.
The only thing going for cutting/filing my nails/claws is that my mother would pay me to do it ( like a real hand model, though presumably not as much, as I bet they get paid a frickin' lot ) and I need the money ( being that I am jobless here in Santa Fe. ).
( On a side note, I realized that had I still been living here, I wouldn't have to look real hard for a part time job. I know someone who would give me job in a heartbeat, and I actually used to work for him when my dad did ( I got paid a dollar an hour, I was six, and almost never worked more than an hour. ) and I practically know the job already. Which is sad, because I can't get a job that easily in NY. Wah. Er... except that I already do have two jobs. Hm. >.>;; )
Also, I am totally sure that my mother hurt my computer somehow today. When I turned it on, it loaded to a blue screen right before it would normally load my background and icons on my screen and such like. And then my dad came and restarted it and it came on fine. But still. She was using it to print pictures today, pretty much all day. And, not to be mean, but my mother hurts technology. >.>;; Computers like, break after she touches them, I swear. I think my computer's soul is dead.