Yesterday morning, Ms. Eclectic went to a grocery store in a nearby town. Even here, in rural Ontario, the small-town store had the latest Harry Potter novel on sale, for $15 off the list price. She bought two copies: one for herself and one for our son's family.
Unlike her, unlike my son, and unlike most of you, I have never read a Harry Potter
novel. I have never watched a Harry Potter movie
. I'm sure
I'm missing something wonderful in the minds of many, but for some reason, I don't care. I'm not into novels and movies about kids and sorcerers and mysticism or whatever.
Also, I have never read nor seen a movie involving the Hobbit
or The Lord of the Rings
. Same thing: the overall topics do not interest me.
Recently, I made the effort to read Dan Brown's two big sellers, Angels and Demons
and The Da Vinci Code
. My reaction? ehhhhhhhhhhh~~~~~~. I'm maybe a bit glad I read them because everybody talks about them, and they weren't bad, but the plots are similar; and while the details are okay they're overdone.
My objections to these books are not at all like those of a co-blogger
at The Western Standard. It's just that my tastes run more to "airport novels