So this is my first blog and usually one would think it would be appropo to talk a little bit about myself to give my readers a sense of who I am. By the way, the reader count is at zero, therefore this is addressed to my "future" reader(s). Anyways, it is my intention to introduce myself through my blogging - which sometimes is more ranting than anything. This thought of course naturally leading me back to the subject at hand - which is this horrible book that I just read. It is called "A Discovery of Witches" by Debra Harkness.
SO I WONDER...
Where do I start? Oh - I know the portrayal of the feminine lead - her name is Diana. You find out she is named after the Greek deity - Goddess of the Hunt. This is sooo misleading as she is one of the weakest female characters I have ever read. The book is all about vamps, witches, and werewolves and I must admit this is what caught my attention, having fallen into the bandwagon romance BS that is Twilight and Vampire Diaries. Before you rush to think how lame this is - note I was a fan of the vamp books long before Edward sparkled and before Eleana was caught in a love triangle with Damon and Stefan. I was an original fan - original fans being those who loved Anne Rice's epic character Lestat - admittedly less epic as the series went on, but hey it happens.
Back to "Diana". Anyways she is this witch who hates anything witchy - so she ignores the supernatural until she meets this vamp who she immediately falls in love with - literally immediately. Then of course she is willing to kill for this forbidden love - including her family - and give up her life to have cold-blooded Ken doll attached to her vajay-jay forever- blah blah blah. I DON'T GET IT!! Now I'm not a love hater - I actually find myself to be in love at this very moment. However it is a sane kind of love - the I will give up some things, but not ALL things kind of love. The "you can have your opinions about my family, but you can never voice them publicly" kind of love. The "if you cheat on me - i will cheat on you back" kind of love. You can dispute this as love if you want to - but this is as deep as it gets!
So back to my rant - I don't understand how in vamp novels all the female characters are so overwhelmed with the magnificence of the undead. My god - these women become diminished and shallow portraits of the women they were before the vampy kiss that changed it all. I imagine that the tween audience who reads these lusty books of sci-fi romantic dribble, imagine that they will have the same life altering experience when they meet "the one". So they will either project these ideas of love on the current regular boy in their life or they will grow up pining away for "the one" like that character in another supposedly feminine novel " Eat Pray Love". So, I admittedly ( i will admit a lot on here) did not read the book, I saw the movie. She's married and crying in a closet about her life with her husband, 30 mins later there's another man and she's crying on the floor. She is miserable with men I guess is the point! A point which is later null and void as she finally meets a man in Bali and its the " I am a foreigner and I live on an exotic beach kind love" that balances her spirit and returns her to some sense of normality - ick! Note - the whole self discovery journey leading her back to a man - albeit a hotter man than her husband - leaves me with a sour taste in my mouth nonetheless.
Ok - so this wraps it up (mostly because I already bored with this rant). I just had to get that off my chest as I hate that book and all the Bella-type characters that have been written into novel history for tweens to emulate and snarky biatches, like me, to hate unto eternity.
WOULD YOU CO-SIGN THAT?
