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nancy - 2005-03-02 15:59:43
well gee i got a paper cut from a page once while i was reading.. sitting down, of course. i tend to run into things if i read while im walking....
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Gumphood - 2005-03-02 16:28:24
Their kids will be the sickest and more utterly insane Children in the word. Kevin F needs to die. Yes...there I said it.
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hissandtell - 2005-03-02 17:51:20
"Dem Lovely Bones"? ARRRGHHHHH! The writer didn't have a clue how to end it all, since we already knew the punchline! The omniscient sparky narrator, with the god's eye view from her world (school playground where the predominant scent is skunkish) Susie slips back to earth in the body of Ruth who is walking along a road and collapses (is she a hit and run?
does she have epilepsy? is she dead? Buggered if I know - perhaps I was
asleep). This gives her the opportunity to screw (make love to) Ray
whom she'd only ever kissed once and who has grown into a beautiful
person and who is with Ruth, who had been whooshed past and touched by Susie
as she was rushing off to heaven on her exit from earth, at the sink hole
where Susie's severed remains have been disposed of in a safe. Ruth, gone to
New York, walks the streets finding spots (not necessarily marked out or
labelled) where women or girls have been abused or killed and where they
reveal themselves to her in some way, which she then records in her
notebook (child-white collar). She has just experienced a manifestation of
Susie - who falls to earth when Ruth collapses and plops into Ruth's body,
but is instantly recognisable to Ray. I quess the big question is would a 14
year old virgin, who is raped and dismembered and disposed of in a sinkhole, spend her time in Heaven regretting the opportunities she missed with Ray enough to fall back to earth for the starry starry night? Big
epistemological problem. Now we also have a deus ex machina - Mr Harvey, the murderer, a serial killer who is never caught, is disposed of when he follows a girl whom he has targetted as his next victim and when she gives him the flick off and walks away, an icicle falls on him and he falls over a precipice (which is conveniently near a bus stop). We have been prepared for the perfect murder - death by icicle, where the murder weapon disappears, in some (clever? heavy handed?) foreshadowing when Artie, a kid at a school camp which Lindsey, Susie's sister, goes to, wins the Perfect Murder competition by
conceptualising death by icicle. A change is made from the usual
competition especially that year (perhaps because they had the sister of a girl in an unsolved murder as a camp inmate?). SNORT. (It did have a blue cover - blue covers are the new marketing ploy - they sell better that books with other covers.) Um, I didn't like the book, in case you were wondering. (I had the pleasure of discussing it at length with my first-year Literacy students in my tutorial group at uni when it was newly-released: all of whom had loved and adored it before I came along. And I re-read it last month to see if I'd been too harsh, after friends who also love and adore it had been visiting, and were horrified when I revealed my intense dislike for it). Nah; nothin' for that. Love, R xxx
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Steve - 2005-03-03 08:56:19
Those have to be wrong. Maybe they count those 400,000 as people who died in bed, but it was of heart attacks in their sleep. Heart attacks > chainsaws, that I'll buy. Especially since in the USA, we're big ol' lard-butts (what is the obesity rate... something like 1 in 4, 1 in 3?). Also, while you may be more likely to hurt yourself with a book, somehow I doubt it is the same severity as with a chainsaw. Paper cut hurts like a bitch, but it doesn't usually sever a finger or anything. How about car accidents... did they recommend we all go back to horse and buggy? Heh.
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Poolagirl - 2005-03-03 11:01:58
That's it! No more reading in bed for me! I am going to bring a really hard wooden chair into my room and sit ramrod straight with both feet on the floor. Hunkering down under the covers with a good mystery is a thing of the past. Thank you for letting me know this! You have saved my life!
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Andy - 2005-03-03 16:05:37
I once pulled a muscle while "reading" a certain magazine. So, yea I guess I could see how reading is dangerous.
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breathtaken1 - 2005-03-04 11:18:38
Well, despite Hiss's disparaging disection of The Lovely Bones, I loved it as well. It prompted me to buy and read Lucky as well. Sort of the true story which obviously inspired the Lovely Bones. I like TLB better myself, but my friend preferred Lucky. Go figure. As for the bed...there is always falling off of it, or out of it as the case may be. Being smothered by a pillow. Being tied to the bed and spraining your wrist. Bed sores. Sleeping in a bad position and kinking your neck...there are possibilities there! And no you do not sound like a geek for crushing on a science night!
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Lauren - 2005-03-04 11:40:35
Oh great! Now I have another irrational fear to go along with "finding a bat in my shoe". Do you think the reading fatalities are porn-related - because that would make a little bit more sense.
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GoingLoopy - 2005-03-04 12:54:34
Statistics can be manipulated to say anything....i.e., statistically speaking, every person in the US has one testicle. I would chalk this article up to someone who has way too much free time, or who needs some serious psychiatric help.
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