Oh Look, It's January
How did that happen? I'm still thinking wistfully about the Christmas holidays. You know what's more fun than working? Sitting around eating Christmas cookies. (Incidentally, last week a lady at work asked how I'd lost so much weight. The Christmas cookie diet totally works.)
Anyway, I read a couple more books from The List before the end of '09:
Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer, which I totally picked for the title, even though the Holocaust is in it. (Since there's really nothing I can do about the Holocaust at the moment I prefer not to be depressed by it.) But it alternates awkwardly hilarious chapters narrated by Alex, a Ukrainian tour guide, which takes the edge off. (Alas, the book is returned to the library or I'd be giving you some awkwardly hilarious quotes.)
If you share my aversion to sex scenes, this is maybe not the book for you, cause it has 'em. And creepy ones too. There was one in particular that had me thinking "What!? It can't really say that." But it does. Then I had to make sure the guy sitting next to me on the train hadn't noticed. Why am I always reading these books on the train?
On a note of awkward hilarity, someone had underlined a bunch of the big words in the early chapters of my library copy. One of which was "cunnilingus." I really hope that made it into a book report somewhere.
And finally, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I don't have a lot to say about this one, other than it's profoundly awesome and contains two excellent pieces of advice: "DON'T PANIC" and "The answer is 42." For years, I've been saying "The answer is 5" whenever occasion seems to call for it. Finally, the explanation for everything that's gone wrong in my life.
Those of you counting along carefully will notice that this makes a total of nine, not ten. To which I say, "Eh, these things happen."
Anyway, I read a couple more books from The List before the end of '09:
Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer, which I totally picked for the title, even though the Holocaust is in it. (Since there's really nothing I can do about the Holocaust at the moment I prefer not to be depressed by it.) But it alternates awkwardly hilarious chapters narrated by Alex, a Ukrainian tour guide, which takes the edge off. (Alas, the book is returned to the library or I'd be giving you some awkwardly hilarious quotes.)
If you share my aversion to sex scenes, this is maybe not the book for you, cause it has 'em. And creepy ones too. There was one in particular that had me thinking "What!? It can't really say that." But it does. Then I had to make sure the guy sitting next to me on the train hadn't noticed. Why am I always reading these books on the train?
On a note of awkward hilarity, someone had underlined a bunch of the big words in the early chapters of my library copy. One of which was "cunnilingus." I really hope that made it into a book report somewhere.
And finally, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I don't have a lot to say about this one, other than it's profoundly awesome and contains two excellent pieces of advice: "DON'T PANIC" and "The answer is 42." For years, I've been saying "The answer is 5" whenever occasion seems to call for it. Finally, the explanation for everything that's gone wrong in my life.
Those of you counting along carefully will notice that this makes a total of nine, not ten. To which I say, "Eh, these things happen."