It's been awhile. Sort of.
And I should be getting ready for work aka the mad house but I'm in a rambling mood.
I bought 'A Clockwork Orange' for my nook...and each time I begin reading it (which is usually while I'm at work), I feel as if I've dropped acid because it's so....convoluted is an understatement. I thought Faulkner was obscure when I first attempted to read him at the age of 13, but this book right here? I don't know.
I also had 'The Story of O' on my nook and finished it, even though the book seems to be one big ramble for me. Then I read other reviews and to other folks it's the best thing ever written...maybe I'm missing something? Then the whole bit about getting Jacqueline to Roissy house by any means just reeks of coercion to me and I have some personal issues with that and was just put off. And the ending....I frowned just as much as I did when attempting my third go with 'A Clockwork Orange'.
And I read the Hunger Games purely because I bought it last year and never finished it, and I finished this trilogy in two weeks. Not all that impressed.
So I need something else to read, especially since I'm having a second operation on my wrist. The fracture isn't healing properly so off I go to get a bone graft done.
Another random thought, why do folks give me the strangest looks when I say that I might not have kids? Is there some law that says because I have a uterus that I MUST procreate?? Men have sperm, do people tell them that they need to be bountiful and spread it all over creation?? I could have had one already if I wanted, but I didn't because damn it, I just don't want to. And yes, I'll be 30 this year, but the only clock I hear ticking is the pretend one that lets me know when my tea has finished steeping.
And I do like kids and babies. I'm a mother hen. But for now I prefer the ones I can give back. I don't think I'm wrong for that.
I bought 'A Clockwork Orange' for my nook...and each time I begin reading it (which is usually while I'm at work), I feel as if I've dropped acid because it's so....convoluted is an understatement. I thought Faulkner was obscure when I first attempted to read him at the age of 13, but this book right here? I don't know.
I also had 'The Story of O' on my nook and finished it, even though the book seems to be one big ramble for me. Then I read other reviews and to other folks it's the best thing ever written...maybe I'm missing something? Then the whole bit about getting Jacqueline to Roissy house by any means just reeks of coercion to me and I have some personal issues with that and was just put off. And the ending....I frowned just as much as I did when attempting my third go with 'A Clockwork Orange'.
And I read the Hunger Games purely because I bought it last year and never finished it, and I finished this trilogy in two weeks. Not all that impressed.
So I need something else to read, especially since I'm having a second operation on my wrist. The fracture isn't healing properly so off I go to get a bone graft done.
Another random thought, why do folks give me the strangest looks when I say that I might not have kids? Is there some law that says because I have a uterus that I MUST procreate?? Men have sperm, do people tell them that they need to be bountiful and spread it all over creation?? I could have had one already if I wanted, but I didn't because damn it, I just don't want to. And yes, I'll be 30 this year, but the only clock I hear ticking is the pretend one that lets me know when my tea has finished steeping.
And I do like kids and babies. I'm a mother hen. But for now I prefer the ones I can give back. I don't think I'm wrong for that.