So, the blog was a little short. I decided I’d be a good wifey slash blogging partner in crime and help beef this up with some of my own commentary sprinkled throughout. Enjoy.
Every time I do a blog for Amber I go nuts trying to think of what I’m going to write. This time has been no different. My
thoughts on Water for Elephants keep coming out more like a book report and I don’t want to do that. So let’s try this approach instead:
Read this book! Do it, do it now! There’s a woman who plays with her titties as a side show (Of course this would be the first thing he mentions. Gah. Boys.), a possibly well hung dwarf caught jerking it on a train, and an elephant that may or may not be as dumb as a pile of bricks. There are also fun Twi-related things to watch out for: Jacob, Edward, Hale, spider monkeys, virgin, and a frickin’ fade to black! (Yeah. The fade to black blows. I mean, not throw your book across the room blowing like in Breaking Dawn, but still. BOO!)
To be honest, I couldn’t relate to this book at all. Which is weird because I couldn’t stop reading and had no real reason to press on. I’ve never lost my parents or had a major freak out at college. I can’t recall ever hopping aboard a circus train and I know for certain I have never shoveled horseshit. (I’ve stepped in it. I bet TSD has too. It’s inevitable when you live in this part of the country.) I never fell in love with a co-worker’s wife (Um, good.), contemplated murder and have him kick the living hell out of me (even though I deserve an ass kicking, no reason in particular (THIS is so true.)). And finally, I have not yet left my retirement home to runaway with the circus. (There’s still time.)
For the record, I did cry at parts of this book. (Um, you’d have to be heartless not to.) I also laughed, cried again, got angry, and (not to weird anybody out) got turned on a time or two (I’m totally weirded out.). Sorry if any spoilers make you not want to read the book, but I don’t think knowing some things will make the book any less better than it is.
And in conclusion, Rob keep making movies based on books so that I may continue reading instead of finding jacked up pics on the interwebs. (Can I get an AMEN?!?)
Leave TSD some love in the comments. He’s an attention whore. He’ll love it!








































