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Nicked from daisydumont.
You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be?
Why have I never seen this movie, what am I, deformed in some way? Because I am a ponce and a wanker, Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man, James Joyce. Cos he's Aquarian, cos it was the book that changed my life, cos it's beautiful and lyrical and satirical and so referential. Cos if I had to burn, that's how I want to burn up.
Or Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. Cos Romantic prose and one of the first strong women I encountered in a novel, cos that paragraph about passion and women still resonates with me more than a decade after I first read it.
Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?
Ha. Constantly. From Ned Nickerson from the Nancy Drew books eek! to Rochester wtf was i thinking? in Jane Eyre to Jamie Fraser in Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series to every single one of Juliet Marillier's male protagonists. And, like George Eliot with Will in Middlemarch, you can so fucking see me crushing on my own characters, Lindsey in An Aquarian Tale and Sean in The Romantics. If the love I felt wasn't so fierce, I'd want to beat myself up for being so cliched.
The last book you bought is:
Er. Ah. Errrr. *scratches head* Sydney's Aboriginal Past by Val Attenbrow. Which I have yet to crack open. *guilty*
The last book you read:
The Witch In The Lake, Anna Fienberg. Good but not as powerful as Borrowed Light. *shrug* I must just respond to her older teen stuff more than the younger.
What are you currently reading?
Sunshine by Robin McKinley as lent to me by the awesomest boojumlol. Oh so happy, booooooks boooooooooooooooookkkks, neeeeeeeewwww booooks to read. *hugs self, does happy dance* And oh Robin's hooked me from the first page, the voice is irresistible and strong. Although I could be slightly predisposed because of the praisey tagline thingie wtf are they called again? on the front from none other than the Gaiman.
Five books you would take to a deserted island: (and I'm so going to cheat)
Portrait/Ulysses/Finnegans Wake, James Joyce ... cos then I'll have no excuse but to read them and get through them and ponder them and understand them and get very frustrated that I have no pen and paper and then fashion pen and paper so I can exorcise my demons about never being able to write with such innovation and beauty. *head desks coconut tree-s*
Naked Lunch, William S Burroughs ... cos it's Burroughs! And I can laugh and laugh and love him so much and be so energised to write but without the demons of critique.
Selected Letters of Dylan Thomas ... for company.
Son of the Shadows, Foxmask and The Dark Mirror because I need the comfort of my favourite Juliet Marillier books.
And either Last Chance Saloon by Marian Keyes or Dream Brother: the lives of tim and jeff buckley by David Browne.
What, no Gaiman? Well, I don't want to get sand on ... my ... *groan* ... Sandman series. And also being without Gaiman would give me the impetus to get off the damned island. Yep.
This has been a strangely relaxed week at work. Don't mention the war. Got uni tonight, will actually go to uni tonight, all three stories already critiqued and ready in bag. Kinda pondering going to see the Morning After Girls at the Anno tomorrow night. We'll see.
Yay books! Gah, nothing like this happiness.
And while I'm on reading indulgences, let it be known that it's been three days now I've resisted the urge to read this. Staving it off, y'realise, until I get those mix tapes and Hutchence icons done. Delayed gratification and all that. It better be good!
You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be?
Why have I never seen this movie, what am I, deformed in some way? Because I am a ponce and a wanker, Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man, James Joyce. Cos he's Aquarian, cos it was the book that changed my life, cos it's beautiful and lyrical and satirical and so referential. Cos if I had to burn, that's how I want to burn up.
Or Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. Cos Romantic prose and one of the first strong women I encountered in a novel, cos that paragraph about passion and women still resonates with me more than a decade after I first read it.
Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?
Ha. Constantly. From Ned Nickerson from the Nancy Drew books eek! to Rochester wtf was i thinking? in Jane Eyre to Jamie Fraser in Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series to every single one of Juliet Marillier's male protagonists. And, like George Eliot with Will in Middlemarch, you can so fucking see me crushing on my own characters, Lindsey in An Aquarian Tale and Sean in The Romantics. If the love I felt wasn't so fierce, I'd want to beat myself up for being so cliched.
The last book you bought is:
Er. Ah. Errrr. *scratches head* Sydney's Aboriginal Past by Val Attenbrow. Which I have yet to crack open. *guilty*
The last book you read:
The Witch In The Lake, Anna Fienberg. Good but not as powerful as Borrowed Light. *shrug* I must just respond to her older teen stuff more than the younger.
What are you currently reading?
Sunshine by Robin McKinley as lent to me by the awesomest boojumlol. Oh so happy, booooooks boooooooooooooooookkkks, neeeeeeeewwww booooks to read. *hugs self, does happy dance* And oh Robin's hooked me from the first page, the voice is irresistible and strong. Although I could be slightly predisposed because of the praisey tagline thingie wtf are they called again? on the front from none other than the Gaiman.
Five books you would take to a deserted island: (and I'm so going to cheat)
Portrait/Ulysses/Finnegans Wake, James Joyce ... cos then I'll have no excuse but to read them and get through them and ponder them and understand them and get very frustrated that I have no pen and paper and then fashion pen and paper so I can exorcise my demons about never being able to write with such innovation and beauty. *head desks coconut tree-s*
Naked Lunch, William S Burroughs ... cos it's Burroughs! And I can laugh and laugh and love him so much and be so energised to write but without the demons of critique.
Selected Letters of Dylan Thomas ... for company.
Son of the Shadows, Foxmask and The Dark Mirror because I need the comfort of my favourite Juliet Marillier books.
And either Last Chance Saloon by Marian Keyes or Dream Brother: the lives of tim and jeff buckley by David Browne.
What, no Gaiman? Well, I don't want to get sand on ... my ... *groan* ... Sandman series. And also being without Gaiman would give me the impetus to get off the damned island. Yep.
This has been a strangely relaxed week at work. Don't mention the war. Got uni tonight, will actually go to uni tonight, all three stories already critiqued and ready in bag. Kinda pondering going to see the Morning After Girls at the Anno tomorrow night. We'll see.
Yay books! Gah, nothing like this happiness.
And while I'm on reading indulgences, let it be known that it's been three days now I've resisted the urge to read this. Staving it off, y'realise, until I get those mix tapes and Hutchence icons done. Delayed gratification and all that. It better be good!