You mean people read these things? Oh well. Here's some stuff: I read in spurts. Sometimes a lot, sometimes not at all. Sometimes books, sometimes only articles or newspapers or magazines or whatever's on that box of cereals. I don't review books. I sometimes have random semi-coherent thoughts and I sometimes rant, but i never review.
Oh, and I try to rant in the same language as the book I'm ranting about was written, which means you might encounter Norwegian, English, German or French here, all of it mangled to some degree.
I can read most genres, but I tend to prefer scifi.
Not my favorite Miéville, but still good. Started slow, but got better and threw me a couple of curve balls at the end.
An assassin is contracted to kill God in a Blade Runner-ish millennial Los Angeles. Part noir, part scifi, part quasi-philosophical ramblings. I wanted to like this one for it's somewhat novel concept and a couple of very good future predictions, but unfortunately the rather bland writing style and uninteresting characters ruin the experience. The characters are particularly disappointing as they seem potentially very interesting at first, but then nothing happens. It's not a horribly bad book as this type of scifi goes, but it's nothing more than that.
Fun futuro-nostalgic romp through eighties pop culture and a bleak techno future. Simplistic storyline and relatively two-dimensional characters ruins what could have been a great thriller, along with a couple of moments where suspension of disbelief is hard to achieve.
A biography of Feynmans contributions to physics more than a biography of his life. This book requires some basic knowledge of physics to be interesting. Krauss writes well, but surprisingly I found his narration to be bland and somewhat boring. I've enjoyed listening to his lectures before, but here it sounds like he's not really all that interested. A little disappointing to be honest.
Den er nesten like god som Odinsbarn, jeg hadde bare en liten følelse av at handlingen gikk litt tregere og bipersonene var bittelitt svakere denne gangen. Det kan være at forventningene var i overkant høye, for det er fremdeles en av de aller beste norskspråklige utgivelsene jeg har lest i år.
This one was a bit slower and lacked a little bit of the sharpness of the previous two volumes. Still got plenty of food for though.
Ganske grei bli-voksen-roman med noen fine touch. Godt språk, veldig lettlest (brukte i underkant av fire timer på hele boka.)
A small collection of stories, mostly short. Some are funny, some are thoughtful and a few provoking, and then there are quite a few that I didn't get anything out of. I suspect others may feel the same, but pick different favourites.
Ekstremt lettlest, tragisk og morsom. Mange herlig uspiselige personligheter. Tok meg selv i å tenke på svensk av og
It might very well grow into a four-star once I've digested it. Two-thirds through I was pretty much ready to write it off as something wanting to be a Vonnegut piece but without the sting. The story (stories) seemed to lack purpose and an old mans ramblings seemed like just that, an old mans rambling. However in the final third it kind of came together and I caught on to something that might be summed up by the following quote:Why is life so horrible, Grandpa?
Because it is, that's all. It just is
I need to think on this one. I like it a lot. It's weird and it's creepy and it's got some fabulous writing in it, but there's something in there I'm not quite getting. Definitely worth your time though.