So the other evening, I was trolling through the books on my kindle and came across a book. I couldn’t remember anything about the title or when I might have bought it. Given the title, I really couldn’t imagine WHY I bought the thing. This happens a lot because, yanno. I don’t get to all the books I download right away.
I went ahead and began reading it to see if it was worth my time. Hmm. Kind of weird. But…I was caught up in just what in the heck this could be. It’s the kind of book that is so stupid, you don’t want to admit you might be enjoying yourself. And you’re also a little afraid that maybe you’re even more immature than you thought because the humor is over the top and you really shouldn’t find the story interesting enough to continue. The prose is quite obviously overdone.
So my immediate reaction was to find some poor, unsuspecting soul to do a buddy read. Maybe the book wasn’t as bad as I thought. Maybe I just needed reassurance that it’s okay to read a stupid book and enjoy it anyway. Well, that’s silly. Besides there was no one around..wait! Someone had just stopped by the blog. We’ll call her Lucy, after Lucille Ball, because we have to protect the innocent here.
Like Junior, I pasted a deceptively innocent look on my face and on my email. I waited behind the door though, ready to pounce, much like Junior does when he knows Scamper is about to come through the cat door.
As soon as “Lucy” answered my email, I gleefully shouted, “Do you want to do a buddy read???”
Geez. You’d have thought I yelled “fire!” Unlike Scamper, who just hisses when Junior jumps out at her, Lucy did this Stop. Drop. Roll away thing. I double-checked my original email. I hadn’t yelled fire, but I must have startled Lucy because when she got up from the floor, her lipstick was all smeared. You have to be careful about being too enthusiastic with these projects.
“Buddy what?” Lucy finally asked, checking to see that her hair hadn’t gotten too mussed when she leapt away from me.
“I came across this really weird book. It’s quite odd and the prose is annoyingly highbrow. Lots of big words as the main tries to pretend he’s upper class and smart. There’s this butler. And well, zombies. I thought you might like to read it with me so we could discuss it.”
Looooong silence. Hmm. Was it something I said???
“It doesn’t sound like a great book. Are you enjoying it??” Her voice sounded a tad shrill. Definitely suspicious.
“Weeell. I don’t know.” I went into lengthy hemming and hawing, but see, I just wanted to find out if the book was…well, was it any good? I mean, the author did these things on purpose. It might have been a pastiche of Wodehouse. Or Jeeves or someone. And sometimes you’re reading along and you start to wonder if you’re losing your mind of if the author did and you’re caught up in a crazy train wreck.
At any rate, I convinced Lucy to give it a look. She still hasn’t told me what she thinks about it. Maybe she’ll comment here. As for me, I finished it. It’s about the right length for this sort of weirdness. Any longer and I’d have tired of the characters. It has lots of action scenes and they’re decent, fitting the story and the style. I am a very character driven reader for the most part so I won’t admit to maybe liking the characters because the one is an idiot. Because the thing is so silly I won’t admit to laughing either.
I can’t tell you if the story is any good or not. I still can’t decide. I can say that this is not high literature. It might remind me of Monty Python, which I definitely didn’t like. Oh, what the hell. I probably liked it. But don’t tell anyone. I’ll lose my book snob status for certain.
Here’s the book, in case you are curious.
Booster and Reeves