Jesus, those mistakes. I hate it when I write with mistakes. God, why. I was right when I said I shouldn't reread what I write. It's better for me not to know whether I use wrong tenses or fail with grammar. Hopefully, it doesn't happen all the time. It doesn't, right?
Finally, I've got enough time to write as much as I want. Yesterday, I finished reading "The Picture of Dorian Gray". And before that I had been reading Sidney Sheldon's "Master of The Game". I really loved both of the books, each of them in their own way.
I loved everything about Oscar Wilde's novel. It's much more tragic and exciting and wise than the movie. The only thing I would say I didn't like about it is that the author chose Dorian to be a blond blue-eyed boy. I hate the blond guys, and the more I tried to picture his look with all the beauty and fascination in my mind, the more I realised I wouldn't even imagine a blond guy being handsome. So I just gave up trying and from that moment I only pictured Ben Barnes in my head when I thought of Dorian. Speaking of Ben Barnes. He's such a beauty! Sorry, I know I'm-. Why say "sorry"? Who am I always apologizing to? Nobody reads this, besides, it's my blog, after all. Anyway. So. I know I'm deviating from the subject, but I have to say. A few years ago I didn't like a thing about him. I thought he was too pretty, and that it made no good for him. But now, jeez, I think he's one of the most handsome men (but Colin is still more handsome, of course). I'm not saying I adore everything about him now, I just appreciate his talent and beauty. And I think he's a good person, not a vain one. OK, not sure what was that for. Back to the topic. What was I saying? Um, right, The Picture of Dorian Gray. I think I've just exhausted the subject, I don't know what to add. Oh, by the way, I've added a lot of new quotes from this book. Check out the page of my favourite quotations.
And now, about Sidney Sheldon's "Master of The Game". It was so good and exciting and sad. God, it was so sad. Before, I've never read a book that would tell about a generation of a whole family. There was always just a main character and his adventure. And this book. I've never read anything like this. It is so sad to watch your favourite character dying. I mean, of course it's sad. I always say obvious things. Uh. I mean, I became attached to the main character such easily. And then I watched him changing. He grew up, became rich, and it made him colder and even a little inhuman. And then there was an accident. He became a helpless disable and soon he died. You know. All those feeling I experienced while reading, all those unbelievable adventures. And then he just died. After that, his daughter became a main character. Or maybe she was the true main character during the whole story and I'm just too sentimental and Jamie actually never was the main character, and it was some kind of a prologue... A big breathtaking prologue. I dunno. I have no idea. His daughter, Kate, she grew up, married, had a son, and it's another sad story (truly sad, and I'd really like to tell you but I won't, cause that would be just mean and unfair of me), and then her son had two daughters-twins. They were the last. But OK, I'm not going to retell you the story. The book is thrilling. For once, I couldn't cope with it and I cried. I never weep when reading books, it just doesn't sound like me. But I cried then. For an instant. It's a really sad book, but its sadness makes it even more flawless.
Whoa. I'm talking so much about "Master of The Game" that it looks like I enjoyed reading it more than "The Picture of Dorian Gray". But that's no true, and both of the books are brilliant.
I'm writing for so long. I know you don't like big posts, but I do. It's amazing when I have something to tell, to share the feelings and experiences. It's a shame that this template won't let anyone see the length of the post until they click the "Read more" button. I have to do something with it, I don't like this feature. I want my posts shown full by default. I'll do it right now, then. And that means, bye x
