House of Night

Holy crap it's been an amazing ride.

My only complaint regarding House of Night has been the length of each book.
The action and emotions remain so intense that I can't help but speed read, and thus have in just over a month blazed through five of the six books currently out.

Granted, this writing and publishing style was probably designed to directly contrast the long-winded, ten-ton volumes of the Twilight series.

Plus it means the entire House of Night series, all 9 books, the Red Fledgling books, and the Fledgling Guide could potentially fit into one or two mid-sized collections.


The characters are complex, real people.
I have yet to find a caricature or stereotype among them...even as the Casts play around with stereotypes within each character.

One issue I keep running into, and maybe this is just the good little student in me, is that there seems to be a whole chunk of the English language being left out of House of Night, just because the Casts wanted it to sound teenager-ish.

Granted, sounding teenager-ish is preferable in a realistic setting to "I cannot live without you, but I shall not endanger your soul."

...bleh. Twilight. Doble-Bleh.

On that note, it's sad that sooo many people claim to looove Twilight, yet completely HATE its protagonist.

Given that the whole damned thing revolves around Bella, WHY DO YOU KEEP READING IF YOU HATE THE MAIN CHARACTER?
Are you hoping she takes a flying leap and actually dies? (btw it pissed me off in New Moon when she DIDN'T die...so many times...even though Stephanie Meyer probably did that so we wouldn't think Bella was ALREADY dead, and Kristen Stewart's acting undid whatever pitiful effort Meyer made towards making Bella seem lively).

Anyway, you know my opinion of Twilight.
If you'd never read my blog before, now you know.

Then again, the world is full of stupid people.
I get hit with assloads of them every day, whether it's people in Spanish class pronouncing "que" as "QUAY", people cutting me or others off in traffic (don't get me started on driving stuff. My wife's ability to spot traffic violations overshadows Hugh Heffner's ability to spot good cleavage, and it's been rubbing off on me...the spotting traffic and the good cleavage).

It also comes out at work.
You'd think working at a LIBRARY would be a calm, comfortable job in which the work was done at a moderate pace in a relaxing environment, populated by friendly customers and stress-free coworkers.
In the words of Lex Luthor in Superman Returns:
WROOOONG!!!
The majority of customers are idiots, unable to pay for home Internet service AND unable to pay for childcare, so they bring their kids to the LIBRARY, hunker down at a computer for an hour's worth of Facebooking, Tweeting, and...whatever verb you'd associate with MySpace, while leaving the little urchins to do as they please, which usually involves knocking things over, running laps, and screaming their neglected little heads off.

Can't blame the kids when the parents are full of shit.

Oh, and can we all join hands across America to get people to LEAVE when the library is CLOSED?
Good GOD! It makes me pine for a sidearm, a tazer, AND a bottle of pepper spray, just to get the ijjits to LEAVE!
Or for a wrecking ball so that we can have an IN door and an OUT door...and lock the freaking IN door an hour before closing.

Get your inconsiderate ass off the laptop, off the copier, and out of the video aisle.
If you show up at 5 till with 15 kids and ALL of them want videos, grow some parental testicles and say NO.
Do not take up my unpaid time with "oh we'll be just a minute".
Bullshit.

We should have deadly weapons, tear gas, and automatic locks.
Maybe after a few people ran screaming from the library with "flesh wounds" and burning eyes, the word would get out that CLOSED means GET AND STAY THE FUCK OUT.