Books...

Is there something terribly, terribly wrong with me?
Does everyone else know something I don't?
Am I just reading all the wrong books?
Because modern literature pretty much seems to suck. I haven't been able to really enjoy any of the recently published books I've read lately.
I read On Beauty by Zadie Smith and found it a bit interesting, but I couldn't understand all the hype.
And I read Jonathan Strange and Mister Norrell, by Susanna Clarke. That was a fantasy one, and people have been raving about it for quite a while. It was ok. Nothing special.
At the moment I'm reading The Line of Beauty, by Alan Hollinghurst. Esme said she didn't like it because there was too much gay sex, so I thought I'd give it a go. :P My reaction so far? ... Meh. I don't know what it is about these books that makes them so unappealing to me. I know it can't just be me being in a non-reading mood, because I read Lord of the Flies the other day and loved it.
Thank goodness for Terry Pratchett, is all I can say.

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I've been saying for a while that I'd get a new laptop once I had enough money, but it's getting to the point now where I'd be willing to pay for it in body parts, or sexual favours...
Twice it crashes in twenty minutes!!
DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT I'M TRYING TO WATCH INVASION OF THE DINOSAURS??!?!?!?!?!