It's been a busy week at work.
At home, I found myself doing all sorts of things that, while they may result in something of significance later, amount to nothing today.
So, I flail and I flop and I run and I work and . . . .
This last book of Mrs. NFB's is killing me. I start every week thinking, "OK, I'll just read it, get on with it, and it'll be done by the end of the week." I read it one evening. Realize I'm totally disgusted with it. Then, when I go to pick it up the next day. . . nah.
Let me run you through the happenings and see if you could handle it.
Super-hottay gets ravaged by the man of her dreams who claims his lordly right on her wedding night to the man of her nightmares. She's fifteen at the time.
They are separated by the fake-note from parent gag.
Super-hottay is forced to the convent with her pure sister to wait and see if the lord fathered a child on their night of naughty. Finding out she's not pregnant, her asshole husband shows up and rapes the ever loving crap out of her, repeatedly, in the convent.
She goes to live with her asshole husband, his dad, his sister, and their kindom of filth and degradation.
She starts to shape things up in the castle despite putting up with the ass. And pops out a couple kids, which are given less attention in the book than they are in this sentence.
She catches her husband porking his sister, they find her watching and tie her down then tag-team rape her. Yeah, you read that sentence right. It's worse than it sounds. Believe me.
She gets revenge, puts her asshole husband into a world of hurt, gets unfurled from the marriage, blah, blah, blah hooks back up with her tw00 luv. And she also inherits her daddy's pirate fleet. Which gets attacked on their honeymoon cruise, of course. She thinks he got killed, loses all memory, then gets captured by the other pirates.
And gets sold to a whoremaster.
A whoremaster who INSTANTLY falls in love with her and must marry her. Angering the other whores. Especially one who's always thought SHE should be his wife. Through quasi-manipulation, the angriest whore ends up killing her new husband, after she gets pregnant again of course. Manipulate, manipulate by some dude who thinks he should just be able to smooth-pimp-daddy his way into her because he used to be friends with her now dead husband and then she sends him spiraling out of control and goes back towards England to escape him.
Meantime, her previous husband wasn't killed, only wounded. He ends up quasi-raping the girl that nurses him back to health, then marries her because she finds rape extremely fun, as all girls do in these books, then heads off to honeymoon thinking, "I know you're still alive $OTHER_WOMAN because you couldn't possibly be dead, and you are the love of my life, but I totally gotta dip my wick somewhere because it's been a couple days and shit. Ta!"
And that's the first 170 pages. Of five hundred.
And now I can't bring myself to go back to it.
Maybe this weekend? Or, you know I could say I read it. Homework style.
Nah, I'll finish it. Under protest.
The holiday party planning committee, consisting of Mrs. NFB, the telephone, her laptop, and two of the pets, is about to disbar for another year. Just one more party to plan. Oh, there's about four more to attend, three right in a row, but only one more left to plan. Ugh.
And, yeah, it's been a week.
Watched Paranoia 1.0 last weekend. I don't get it. Which probably means I'm one of the stupid controlled that they were attempting to portray right up to the end where they, all of a sudden, just said, "plot, what fucking plot" and had a bunch of third graders high on angel dust finish it up for them. Or something. Good movie right up to the end, where they should have tied up, oh, I don't know, ONE of the bazillion loose ends they had hanging out there. And it's not like it warranted an emotional response, or gave us a lot to talk about. As Mrs. NFB said, "I like movies that make me think. But this one, there's nothing to think about. It's just there, then it ends, then it's like, 'huh.'"
Hmm. Yeah. Outz.
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