Ghost Chapters 26 and 27

I have 13 minutes before I have to leave for class. So let's move fast!

Okay, my little shit fit near the end of yesterday's recap was because Mike had to go off and get ready to thwart the WMD and Courtney's all, "I wish Mike was here. I'm horny." And Pam's all, "Me too...hey!" and Courtney's all, "I thought you would never ask."

Yeah.

First the Zod boat thingie and now something called a Kryton. Ringo a Superman fan?

Not gonna lie here: I don't know what's happening. Mike's swimming or something? I don't care. I'm just trying to get through this book with my sanity intact. Right now it's not looking good. And I've read everything written by Stephenie Meyer, so that's not a ringing endorsement for Ringo.

The sentry flopped backwards so that he looked like he had simply fallen asleep, except for the twitching of his legs and arms. Mike wasn't sure exactly why one guy in four was a twitcher, but it was pretty consistent. Make for a great doctoral dissertation some day.
Someone get on that, okay?

I have to finish this later. I'm getting a sandwich to eat before class.

Okay, I'm back. Man. The cook forgot to make my lunch today so I decided to go to Subway before class but I didn't have enough time so I sat through history with hunger pains and then had a muffin and a scone in my tutorial and now I'm working up the energy to go downstairs and get chicken fingers. Speaking of my tutorial, I actually participated a lot today! And I got into an argument with someone else! It was awesome.

The one on his side was a through-and-through as well, basically through his love-handles, as if he didn't have enough reasons to go on a diet.
Ha ha ha, that's kind of funny.

He stepped to the side of the building, then paused and threw himself flat as he heard a hissing sound passing through the air. Frickin' grenade.
You know, like I said before: When Ghost isn't talking about sleazy and slightly frightening sexual stuff, it's actually really delightfully badass. I have a weakness for a devil-may-care hero who gets shot at and takes everything in stride (Ex: Mal Reynolds from Firefly, Dresden from The Dresden Files, etc.). And then Ringo undercuts himself with the BDSM. It just hurts me that these were SO CLOSE to being awesome but turn out to be monstrous. And there's another Twilight parallel: The Twilight series could have been a nice, fluffy romance. Everyone has guilty pleasures (my personal favourites are anything by Sophie Kinsella, minus the Shopaholic series which makes me angry, and The Pussycat Dolls Present, in both its incarnations) but then there's the anti-feminism, the cracked out logic, the bastardized science, etc. The Host was even more aneurysm inducing: the premise was really good and kind of original, but again: A whiny and weak heroine, anti-feminism, a douchey love interest, and about twenty chapters where absolutely nothing happens.

Anyhoo, to continue.

Chapter 27

Blah blah more badassery, Mike taking out Muslims, blah blah.

I might not keep my sanity. I'm warning you guys now.