Happy Wednesday! I’m sticking with this alliterative-days-blog-thing. I thrive on a schedule. Anyways…
I’m currently reading My Not So Perfect Life by Sophie Kinsella. (Yes, I’m STILL trying to get through 1984. Lord, help me.) Sophie Kinsella is one of my favorite authors, and she writes the books I always saw myself writing. We have a similar style, which I feel odd saying. I mean, she’s a best selling author. And I’m…well, I’m typing a blog post no one will read.
But I digress.
It shames me to admit I was an English major and I taught English for eight years, but it wasn’t until this year that I started reading 1984. I hope this doesn’t change your opinion of me too much.
It was never on any syllabus or part of any curriculum, so I’m sorry. I barely read anything I wasn’t required to read, only because I didn’t have the time or the desire really. When summer break came, the last thing I wanted to do was read.
I’m not that far into the novel yet, so this isn’t a book review per say, but rather an initial impression.
I know I’m late to the party, but text to speech is awesome.
I first discovered my computer could do this around three years ago, and you’d think I’d discovered the meaning of life. It was just so amazing to me to hear something I wrote read back to me, even though it sounded robotic. It was like my very own audiobook! I do read my stuff aloud, which I highly recommend you do, but hearing it read by someone else is a great way to distance yourself from your work. And a bonus way to catch mistakes!
I was so amazed by this, in fact, that I wrote it into my novel. When Lily is typing and has writer’s block, she kills time with text to speech.
Anyway, my computer is a bit glitchy lately with this process, only reading one paragraph at a time unless I do this one thing and another thing…it’s a long story, so I turned to the internet. Behold: Text to Speech Reader!
This post was inspired by both #authorconfession, a Twitter hashtag game, and another of my favorite VlogBrothers videos. Let’s talk about what annoys us when it comes to books.
Here’s Hank Green ranting about books. It’s awesome and oh-so-relatable.
Books can be annoying, can’t they? But unlike Hank, I’d rather complain about the content, not the appearance.
Other than the obvious gripes about a book (it’s boring, too long, too many characters, wooden dialogue, just plain lame), I haven’t been satisfied with a book’s ending lately.