JDaE Final letter

My Final Lit Circle

This Letter is on the book I read with my LCP (Literature Circle Partners) called John Dies at the End. The book follows the lives of two young men who unfortunately are caught up in an evil plot to destroy the world (the usual). Soy Sauce is the special drug with the unique proprieties to be able to give its user the ability to see into other diminutions. These dimensions are what David and his best friend John get mixed up in. Narrated by the perverted and Soy Sauced David Wong it is a suspenseful horror story that will keep you guessing till the very end.

It is hard to say which to which type of audience this book would mainly target. Mostly because of the way the author writes could be for fantasy or suspense. I suppose this book main targets are the SyFy Fans and readers who want a little bit of blood and guts. And plenty of crude sexual humor puns. It is a relatively fast read. Why? Because all of it is true. This book is full of nonsense monsters and bloody #%<5$! Oh yeah, the proof is on frickin' page 152 'We did a search at the local library and found a story from a few years before where a man had died after getting his penis caught in a mole trap he was working on. He bled to death. We told his ghost that it wasn't his house anymore and he had to leave. He didn't react to us until after a few hours’ worth of badgering and he vanished. No more stained carpet.’ I laughed pretty hard when I read that little tid bit. Anyway this book really does remind me of something that I would see on the SyFy channel. And considering the fact that they are now making a movie out of it there will probability be a lot of those people not that there is anything wrong with that.
Since I'm on the subject I also have something else to say. What makes the mix horror and comedy so appealing? Obviously people watch horror movies for the same reason they ride a roller coaster or go bungee jumping. To get that sudden adrenaline rush that comes with the thrill of being scared and not knowing what’s going to happen next. All within a safe (well relatively safe as far as the bungee thing goes) environment. And as for comedy it is all for a good hardy laugh. I mean who doesn't like to let all their stress go into that one single burst of sound. I know I defiantly do. So when the movie people or whatever came up with the idea that it would be good to mix them both together. Their idea was a huge success and then turned into an avalanche of new movies, books, and other stuff like that. This got me thinking about another thought should we even be reading this kind of stuff. I don’t have the intention to preach about that not it at all but I’m just kind of wondering ‘What if a little boy picks up this book and reads all of this sort of grown up material?’I know it’s all a bunch of what ifs but really it’s true if you watch Casablanca then go watch the Atonement they are both very romantic movies but to most people now a day’s prefer to watch the Atonement mostly because it has a lot more sex scenes(which was obviously forbidden during Humphrey Bogart’s day) . What I am getting at is that now a days people are beginning to get way too accustomed to things that really aren’t real but to them certainly seem real. Like for instance say you were playing video game that just came out and it’s really high tech, it has the buttons, the sensors, and all that jazz. It’s also very violent and extremely graphic. But it doesn’t stop there it also requires a lot of practice and full attention. And you know the saying if you keep doing something over and over again that’s what’s going to happen. This is what I mean by is it good for comedy and horror to be a mix. Should people really laugh as someone is getting ripped apart by a she-he alien? Or snort until our sides hurt as some random person gets sawed in half their blood spurting in all directions. Or take this sample from page 155 ‘ What I saw at that moment was a clown standing there with his gut split raggedly open, as if cut with a dull razor. In this perfectly rendered shaped cartoon he was using his own white gloved hands to feed a rope of his own intestines into his mouth. But it was those eyes that got me. His expressive cartoon eyes pulsed with a terror about to boil over into madness. Tears streaked down his face, sweat beaded his forehead. Those eyes pleaded with me, looked right into me and screamed to be put out of his misery. Those eyes told a story, not of a man eating himself, but a man forced to eat himself.’ Do we really want to teach our children that its okay to use violence? You know how children are they see one thing they think it its alright they go do it… Everything goes down the tubes… Hey we were all kids once.

I’ve really only read one horror novel besides JDaE which would be Interview with a Vampire (I refuse to count Twilight in the category of horror). They were similar in two respects: One the main character had no choice to become a vampire (in David’s case it was Soy Sauce) and they both had plenty of juicy blood and gore scenes. For me personally I prefer Anne Rice’s book over Wong’s mostly because I liked the way she told the story. I think its because she writes more like me I don’t know.

Wonderland chap 1 part 1

Okay I know there are a lot of versions out there about Lewis Carols Alice in Wonderland but I actually started working on this story like two years ago. So some of my ideas were taken a little bit but most of them are completly different from lets say the SyFy version 'Alice' and the new Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. Which were great movies liked them both a lot. And of course there is the Disney version which most of the vast majority of the world knows.
So yeah, this like my own little version of Alice's adventures so I hope you guys like it.


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Falling

“ Alice! Alice! Where are you! ALICE!!!!

Alice stayed silent and tried not to move or slip on the slippery mud where she half kneeled-half hung on branches of a rose bush. Though it was rather difficult her flat black Mary Jane’s did not provide much grip on the slippery sludge and there was nothing for her to hold onto for support besides the prickly branches that cut shredded her hands like paper. She was almost slipped when one of her sister’s minions, Claudius came just a few feet from where she was hiding. Biting back a whimper as she grabbed a spiked branch, Alice once again pulled herself up. Once steady she looked back from behind the leaves to see Claudius conversing with Charlotte. Alice would rather have died then have been discovered by that blood sucking leech. If Claudius had been her sister Alice was pretty sure she would have become his personal slave or worse.

She had chosen well for her hiding place. The bush was actually two bunched together their trunks a few feet apart. There was a parting in between them at the bottom creating a hole of sorts in the thick leaves and branches. The inside of the bushes was a sort of cave with a spiky roof and walls. It would most likely This bush was one of her favorite hiding places when she wanted to be alone or in this case an escape from a boring lecture from her sister-tutor.
It wasn’t like Alice enjoyed disobeying her sister it was just that Charlotte could just get so bossy at times.
“Alice, stop fidgeting. And read your book.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just that this book doesn’t make any sense to me?”
“Why? What is wrong with it?”
“Well there really isn’t anything wrong with it. It just doesn’t have any pictures in it.”
She then just brushed off Alice and said that she was a child and would soon understand that there was a great deal of books in the world without pictures.

And it had been that way ever since their parents had given Charlotte full control of the household while they were away to India a year ago. Alice did have to admit that Charlotte had always seemed to think that things always had to go her way but now it was worse. Now she was critiquing Alice on what she ate, what she said, what she did, even what she wore. Before Alice used to be able to walk comfortably in light dresses that were cut short and easy to move around in. But now she has to wear big frilly dresses with heavy petty coats that made her trip and stumble whenever she took so much as a step.

lit circle letter 1

Lit Circle 1
WARNING: content in the flowing blog post may contain offensive language to some readers. Read at own risk.
For the people who are reading this blog and perhaps wondering what the hell I’m talking about by the warning thing at the top its because I and three of my classmates are reading the same book for our English class and have to post our thoughts to the vast nether world that is internet. What book are we reading its called “John Dies at the End by David Wong. I know what you’re thinking well that’s irrelevant isn’t. But doesn’t the title also interreges you? Well it did too me which is partly why I agreed to read the book in the first place. I have also never read such a modern day horror story besides maybe Anne Rice’s Interview with a Vampire; Tom Cruise and Brad Pit were great in that movie (He He)!
Any way I have a couple questions for the lovely L CP who are reading this interesting little black book (without cover). What the hell is Soy Sauce? I’m so confused is it a drug that comes blond monster scorpion thingy or is it like a poison or something. And are they like ghost busters or something? I mean you know how in the first chapter when Shelly or whatever her name was like explodes into a bunch a snakes and then David starts to talk about how the Soy Sauce affects them so they can exercise her. So Yeah that’s two things…Oh! Also what do guys think of that Justin monster or as he calls himself Shithead (lovely name isn’t it!). I kind of think of this really mean kid at my old elementary school, ironically his name was also Justin, and the time he fell face first in the mud because he was trying to steal a little girls package of Oreos. Seriously kids can be so vicious!
Back on topic I think this a pretty good book so far even though I am getting a little tired of the puns at women’s chests every two to three pages. This book was defiantly written by a guy.