I'm Afraid of . . . Hypnosis but I don't Know Why.

Finished Hybrid by Shaun Hutson. This is a story of writer's block, and how it affects one particular writer. On its own, this isn't enough to fill an entire novel, so interspersed with the action we are treated to the book that Christopher is writing (a book that gets finished despite the writers block). The book within a book takes up the vast quantity of Hybrid, and the links between what Chirstopher writes and what happens to him in the outside world are tenuous at best (and only then become apparent at the book's conclusion. I found the ending of this book disappointing. The explanation for what has been happening seems rushed and is ultimately unsatisfying. The reader is left with a more than reasonable amount of questions.

I found the book Christopher writes -- Fresh Skins -- more interesting than what was happening to Christopher. Admittedly, it seems a little too short, and there's another slew of plot questions, but at least it was interesting. Odd point -- the protag of this book is the protag of some of Shaun Hutson's other books, I noticed, which makes me wonder how these books tie in with each other.

I've never understood why writers would want to write about writers. Whilst the mechanics of writing, the intricacies of getting published, etc, are interesting to me, I can't imagine it would be interesting to people who don't write. Certainly when I talk about it with other people, it always sounds boring to my ears, and I stop if I think I'm losing their interest. I always wonder why people read this blog, although to be honest it's not been a hundred percent about writing for a while now.

Next up: Soulsaver by James Stevens-Arce.

Later . . .

I'm Afraid of . . . Mr. Paperclip.

I watched Shallow Hal last night, and found it funny. Given that the main point of this movie is Fat People Are Funny, does that make me shallow?

Nothing I didn't already know.

Later . . .