Before you go asking me what's wrong with me and should you be rushing me to the hospital -- it was Janelle Taylor's very forgettable Can't Stop Loving You. The book was damaged to start with: water-warped and bent and mildewed. It was one of the discards from
easalle's living room floor, the ones that can't be re-sold in an online bookstore for even a fraction of cover price. The Law of Conservation of Characters determines that you know who the skunk is in a matter of pages. Not much suspense. It's written to about a fifth-grade reading level. It's internet-alarmist. It's "family-friendly" in the "small-town conservatism is a good thing" and "adoption was a mistake" fashion. I knew I was going to throw it out before I reached the halfway point, and I was wondering if I would throw it out before I reached the end. I didn't.
I read it, I finished it, and then I started reading the book upside-down in favor of seeing the gruesome and bloody frames of Hostel. One of the IMDB users doesn't recommend it as a date movie. I don't recommend it as a plasma donation movie. So much so that I stuck around after I was done to specifically complain about the movie. I've never complained about a movie there before. Almost all the guys around me were going "Wow, awesome." I was not. I had the book up in front of my eyes so that I wouldn't be tempted to look at scenes involving manic would-be doctors with chainsaws. There are a lot of movies that get shown there that are tedious, or lacking taste, but this was downright gruesome and disgusting, and is definitely what should be an opt-in experience.
I have a new movie to recommend to Sis, though!
