“An Abundance…” Finished(!)

Before I ramble on about Katherines, let me first tell you that I woke up today better than expected — considering that my brain was alcohol-ridden last night.

Really better than expected. I thought that I was going to be in bed for half the day. Which, fortunately, didn’t happen. In fact, I woke up at 10 A.M. and found my head incredibly clear. Sigh. Relief. Anyway, I even managed to finish Katherines right after waking up and taking a bath.

So, Katherines: I had been expecting more from this. Although the witty John Green style of writing is still there, it is, in no way, near The Fault in Our Stars good. Okay, fine. Maybe I’m a little biased because The Fault was just so good. And quotable (Haha!).

But still. The plot was uninspired and the main characters leave a lot to be desired. I can honestly say that none of the main characters really grew on me. Although there were some scenes that were good, it kind of drags on and on and on.

In addition, there was just too much Katherines! FINE! I know, I know. That’s supposed to be the point of An Abundance…: It was all about the 19 Katherines who dumped Colin. At one point, you’ll just find yourself thinking, “Who the hell dates 19 girls with the same name?!?”

The Colin + Lindsey ship… nah.

Did I also mention that the mathematics part of this book really annoyed me? And confused me. Even if I am curious as to how exactly you can calculate the longevity of romantic relationships into graphs and formulas and whatever, I just don’t think it’s a good idea to incorporate it in a book. That’s a difficult task per se but to make a whole story revolving around it… hmm. Maybe next time?

If anything, An Abundance… has taught me that mathematics and love should be entirely separate entities.(I’d like to think I’m good at both but, in reality, I’m just really delusional.) Both are already complicated in themselves. By combining the two in a book, it just leaves one confused. And feeling some sort of remorse for sucking at math.

So, to conclude:

  1. Don’t be obsessed with your former flames.
  2. Don’t monopolize your dating life to dating people with the same name over and over again.
  3. Math and love. Never again. Unless you’ve got some fetish for it.

xxxx

Drew

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“An Abundance…” Progress

Well, I’m on page 160-something now; near the end now.

Hmm. As far as my tipsy brain can remember, Colin and Lindsey have a little something going on now. I’d like to call it Sparks. Yes. With a capital S.

Please, allow me to define Sparks for you:

Sparks (noun/verb): not quite platonic love; not quite romantic love. Almost there but not quite. 

What a sucky definition.

Anyway, I was hoping that the Colin-Lindsey ship will get me all giddy but it just leaves a lot to be desired. And I find Lindsey bland so far. I don’t know. I don’t find her that lovable — unlike what those oldsters say. Hmm. I’ve still got a few pages to go and I hope my view of her will take a 360 degree turn. For the better.

Hmm. What else? I’m starting to have a little — just the teeniest bit — of affection for Colin. He just wants someone to love him and stick with him. I guess that’s not so hard to understand. And kudos to him for calling Katherine III — a.k.a The Most Forgettable (At least, for Colin) of All the 19 Katherines.

From where I’ve left, Colin and Hassan were being chased by a feral pig. Ooh. Sounds interesting.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky vs. Sophie Kinsella

Sigh. I know that one of the requirements to be a good human being is to avoid jealousy as much as possible. Which is what I try to do… as much as possible.

Well, I was mindlessly browsing through my news feed on Facebook when I stumbled upon a friend’s blog post. I checked out his blog and ka-boom.

The passion. The angst. The thoughts. The musings. The anger. The rawness. It was all there in his writings. I sat in front of my laptop screen thinking, “I could never write like that. That’s so deep. And angsty. Where does he get that?

Truth be told, I’ve never been much of a deep writer. You know, like writing about deep stuff like death, government, love (at least the really bitter part of it), etc. Hard as I try, I simply cannot bring myself to write so… darkly. I wouldn’t know where to get it — and believe me, I’ve had my share of unpleasant experiences, too.

A fitting comparison between this Facebook friend’s writing and my writing would be:

Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s Crime and Punishment vs. Sophie Kinsella’s Confessions of a Shopaholic

Hmm. Yeah.