Currently: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close & A Lover’s Dictionary
Extremely Loud has been such a difficult read for me, mostly because of circumstance. I keep on delaying reading. Maybe someday I’ll find a better time.
My sandwich costed more than the book.
Spent a great deal on books this week! I don’t even know why I bother (but I always will), I mean, I’ve only read one so far this year (Memories of My Melancholy Whores).
It’s probably because I know I’d find the time someday, even if it means when I’m already old and alone and wrinkly.
- The Great Psychedelic Armadillo Picnic by Kinky Friedman (Chose this because of the title and the author. Come on, Kinky Friedman?)
- Past Lies by Weir, Defilippis and Mitten (A comic)
- Exit A by Anthony Swofford
- Lord of the Flies by William Golding
- Memories of my Melancholy Whores by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Apparently Chinese New Year = Book sale in Powerbooks
Finally found a purpose for the red notebook I received for Christmas two years ago. I am betting on a nice “have read list” this year, because last year sucked with only a little over 15. Pathetic.
Today in books (purchased)
I felt very low. I had been unmasked only that morning by Jay Cee herself, and I felt now that all the uncomfortable suspicions I had about myself were coming true, and I couldn’t hide the truth much longer. After nineteen years of running after good marks and prizes and grants of one sort and another, I was letting up, slowing down, dropping clean out of the race.
—The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath (via mylifelibrary)
On the Hunger Games
It’s been some days since I was last really online. Our lines are all (still really) messed up, and that’s the long and short of it. In my online downtime I was busy mulling over whether I should start reading The Hunger Games, a book which I’ve bought weeks ago (September!). And I did. I started reading it last Thursday, because I was so bored and I haven’t had any classes and I just really wanted to do something. It kind of makes me feel bad that I pushed it down as an almost last resort. But hey, it kept me up until about 3 in the morning and it was a good thing my class started at 1.
The plan was to read it and wait for the paperback version of Catching Fire (because I am poor and I bought the first one paperback and I want consistency). But as plans go, what I did instead was scour the WWW for an illegal pdf copy (whilst hyperventilating and over-thinking). It wasn’t hard at all, seeing as it’s so popular and all. Catching Fire had such a resounding cliffhanger. It really did. It haunted me, clawing at my mind, the characters just eating away at my thoughts. The last few sentences was just on repeat and I decided to just go right on and download Mockingjay.
And as all good books do to me, I am in the long long phase of thinking things over and obsessing over the Trilogy. The Hunger Games is officially on the surprisingly narrow list of things-I-should-have-done-during-the-sembreak.
This is not a review.
This makes for really good TV.
