Mostly just hating on Terry Goodkind

I spend all day, every day, watching my focus dwindle and my mind wander off to the farther reaches of nowhere. No thinking happens.

Therefore, I get very, very easily distracted. I need to put my phone away, or something, before I get fired.

To combat this, I listen to audiobooks, or rather, one book and a comedy series. The comedy series is excellent, though I have listened to each episode about 10 times by now. The book . . . is not. It is, in fact, terrible.

The author does not know when to shut up. He repeats himself constantly and is in the characters' heads all. the. time. when there is little enough going on in there with which to concern himself. Every time I hope he is about to gain some momentum, he brings his narrative to a screeching halt by weighing the pros and cons and examining every possible angle and answering every possible question right then and there, usually in a character's thoughts, but sometimes he just comes out and has someone ask the stupidest questions, and maybe the questions could be raised, but right now? really? It is the worst book I have had the misfortune of listening to; at least when I'm reading I can skim over the really terrible stuff or just toss it down in disgust. It doesn't help that the book is set up to be in tracks that are 40 minutes long each, and I can't fast-forward on my mp3, so I am stuck in chunks of 40 minutes, no less, each time I try to suffer through a bit. I could just quit, but I am just invested enough in the overarching narrative (not the endless and endlessly idiotic side-quests, mind you, but the actual main quest narrative) to be the slightest bit curious about how they are going to resolve it. Perhaps I am also displaying some heretofore unrecognized masochistic tendencies. I care nothing for any of the characters. In fact, I think they are all either criminally insane or incredibly juvenile or just plain mentally deficient. I hate this book. The author has tried on an occasion or two to write sensual depictions or psudo-almost sex scenes. These attempts do little more than make me mildly uncomfortable at best, and leave me rolling on the floor laughing at their worst, their chief redeeming feature being his nigh unto homoerotic fixation on gleaming musculature. Fine, I admit this is hilarious to me. Score one for Terry Goodkind. The villain has the stupidest villainous quirk of which I have ever heard in my entire life. He licks his fingers and smooths down his eyebrows constantly. What?

This rant has gotten out of hand. These are my very strong feelings on this book. This stupid, STUPID book.

Remind me tomorrow that I had feels today, rather unexpectedly, over Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith.

These need to be examined.