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I am excited! Soon, I will be graced by the presence of new books!
Obviously I one of the only people who feels this way, so, I will not tell my friends, or else they will think I'm even more of a freak, because we all know ..."Who the hell reads BOOKS that make you THINK when it isn't for school, but for FUN?! WTF?"
I am awaiting their arrival like I used to await the arrival of Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny (when the Bunny actually came....).
What did I get?
The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
Cannot WAIT to read this. I've heard sooo many good things and I've been meaning to read it for like a year.
Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami.
Okay, I've been wanting to read some Murakami ever since reading an excerpt from Kafka on the Shore. Then, I heard that Kafka... was not as good as some of his other books, so I wanted to get something other than that, but I had NO idea where to start.
I wanted to get Windupbird Chronicles, but I kind of wanted to get Hard-boiled Wonderland too....then, I read this excerpt from Norwegian Wood:
April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other's company in the sunshine -- talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself. Naoko, Midori, Nagasawa: all of them had gone away from where I stood. Now I had no one to say "Good morning" to or "Have a nice day." I even missed Storm Trooper. I spent the whole month with this hopeless sense of isolation. I tried a few times to speak to Midori, but the answer I got from her was always the same: "I don't want to talk to you now," and I knew from her tone of voice that she meant it. ...
April ended and May came along, but May was even worse than April. In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of the magnolias hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and wait for it to pass. And it would pass -- but slowly, taking its own time, and leaving a dull ache behind.
It sealed the deal, and I got it.
I also got four AP review books...but those are no fun!!!!
I AM SO EXCITED. OMGOMGOMGOMGOGMOGMOMG!!!!!!!
BOOKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Obviously I one of the only people who feels this way, so, I will not tell my friends, or else they will think I'm even more of a freak, because we all know ..."Who the hell reads BOOKS that make you THINK when it isn't for school, but for FUN?! WTF?"
I am awaiting their arrival like I used to await the arrival of Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny (when the Bunny actually came....).
What did I get?
The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
Cannot WAIT to read this. I've heard sooo many good things and I've been meaning to read it for like a year.
Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami.
Okay, I've been wanting to read some Murakami ever since reading an excerpt from Kafka on the Shore. Then, I heard that Kafka... was not as good as some of his other books, so I wanted to get something other than that, but I had NO idea where to start.
I wanted to get Windupbird Chronicles, but I kind of wanted to get Hard-boiled Wonderland too....then, I read this excerpt from Norwegian Wood:
April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other's company in the sunshine -- talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself. Naoko, Midori, Nagasawa: all of them had gone away from where I stood. Now I had no one to say "Good morning" to or "Have a nice day." I even missed Storm Trooper. I spent the whole month with this hopeless sense of isolation. I tried a few times to speak to Midori, but the answer I got from her was always the same: "I don't want to talk to you now," and I knew from her tone of voice that she meant it. ...
April ended and May came along, but May was even worse than April. In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of the magnolias hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and wait for it to pass. And it would pass -- but slowly, taking its own time, and leaving a dull ache behind.
It sealed the deal, and I got it.
I also got four AP review books...but those are no fun!!!!
I AM SO EXCITED. OMGOMGOMGOMGOGMOGMOMG!!!!!!!
BOOKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!