Tuesday, April 27, 2010

My Group Discussion Club

The last couple of months I’ve been busy keeping up with the reading schedule for my Book Club. This Book Club is one that I run out of my house twice a month. The group is comprised of a handful of friends who were interested in regaining the love for reading. As for me, I had several reasons for wanting to institute, mainly to do with enriching my vocabulary and giving me a more educated idea of what type of material sells in today’s market.

The first book was my pick and it was Blood Sins by Kate Hooper (New York Times Bestseller), and odd pick but not bad first read. The second book, we selected as a group and it was chosen with the intent that we would watch the movie at the conclusion of the book – it is The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffennegger (National Bestseller). We all finished the book this past weekend and although the book was brilliantly written the ending left me baffled. I am disappointed to say the least, I know the group feels the same way.

So, I ask myself how can a book be a bestseller if it doesn’t gratify? How can a book be a bestseller if it fails to deliver? Does bestseller mean exactly THAT, a book that has sold a predetermined amount of copies? Delving more into this bestseller situation, I ask are there several characteristics that are shared by other bestsellers? How does one write a bestseller?

FYI - we will be watching the movie tonight at my place so as you can imagine, I/we are anxious to see how the movie sizes up.

Be well folks!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Spark 4

This week's topic >>> You can't fall asleep.

Below is what I wrote:

There he was again, miserable.

As he listen to the faint sound of the night train roar through the small rural town he tossed once again. As he did, Jon snuggled against the sheets hoping to get more comfortable, although he doubted he could, after all he was a six foot man sleeping on a twin bed. The train continued on through the neighborhood and he wondered just how long the darn thing was, it seemed to have been tweeting for a long time.

He raised his head from the pillow slightly and he patted it with little more enthusiasm than planned and tossed again. He couldn’t fall asleep and he was starting to get cranky, really cranky.

Jon knew that Aunt Gigi had had the best of intentions when inviting him to stay the weekend. Given the fact that she’d just had two days notice of his passing through town, he’d have to give the 70 year-old woman a lot of credit for putting together this makeshift guest room. And that’s all it really was. Gosh he hated to sound like a bad guest, but did Aunt Gigi still think that he was 12 years old?

This twin bed was not cutting it and couldn’t wait for Sunday afternoon to leave the Town of Ajo and head on down to Mexico where they were waiting for him. The more he thought of it the more he didn’t get it. How could modern day folks live in such tiny little cities and towns such as Ajo. There wasn’t’ nothing to do here, nothing and coming from Vegas he knew what big cities were like.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Spark 3

This week's topic >> Your own peaceful death. Not in a bed.

I imagine the thought must cross everyone’s mind at some point, you know…the thought of your own death. That eminent moment on a remote distant future (at least we hope that it is) when our bodily, physical existence will cease. And I say our bodily, physical existence because I believe the soul lives on.

As we all know just by watching the news, that for some people this moment may come too soon, too late, or too violently. Yet for others it’ll come not a moment too soon. I ask myself, is it possible for death to be a festive affair? Is it possible to contemplate death as a joyous, momentous occasion? Is it possible for one to experience a sense euphoria or exhilaration at the thought of death? Sure the topic may be morbid in nature and it may even stir up unsettling feelings, yet it is no less authentic than one’s birth.

While I cannot bring myself to write my ‘own peaceful death’ I do wonder…you know, about the gleaming light. I wonder if that gleaming light we’ve all seen in movies and read in books; is it as enthralling as it’s portrayed?