I just got finished reading Brisingr by Chistopher Paolini. Everytime I read or reread one of his books I just get lost in his writing. I feel like I am watching a movie.
I've only read portions of his works, but what I did read, I enjoyed. I imagine when he gets really established he'll be a phenomenal writer.
I still haven't figured out what I'm going to read now. I'm still on kind of a high because I submitted my short story early this morning. But I'm thinking I really want to pick something up, if only so I can take a break from writing. Getting away from the Craft for a couple days really does help with my enjoyment of it.
Well, I finally finished Bentley Little's horror novel, "The Vanishing."
Finally. I nearly gave up on finishing it a couple of times. It was that bad. But I stuck it out, and guess what? I wasn't rewarded at the end. The ending was worse than the rest of the book.
And one last complaint...the title. After reading the whole damned thing, I have no idea why it was named "The Vanishing."
I'm going to start Rebecca tonight.