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Some days I wake up sure it's my destiny to marry Adam Young (Owl City). Other days I acknowledge the fact that my refusal to have a life is why I don't know anyone equally appropriate but more likely...
This note brought to you by having guys here replacing all our windows and my usual love of an excuse to be less productive than I ought.
War on the TBR Pile
I found a couple more books that need to go on the pile! But I still don't have photographic evidence. For now we'll talk about the ones I have actually read lately:
This book reminded me what I like about boy-geared MG.
The good ones rock their bite-size, being exciting, funny, and not too bogged down with Importance, as a good kids book will. (Note: I say "not bogged down" with importance. This is also what rocked about Harry Potter, especially toward the beginning. They all have importance, because what we read becomes part of our mental landscape. Artemis Fowl does it better, but HP is the one that literally formed a generation's allowance choices.)
rachelmanija did a more thoughtful series of posts as she read the books, and said things that made me pick up my copy again despite the little ownership factoid.
Basho: The Narrow Road to the Deep North and other Travel Sketches
(Penguin Classics)
On the complete opposite side of the spectrum, this is one of the books I keep close to where I work, to every once in a while read a few pages wherever I open it. It's too meditative and rich to read in a binge. The translation is beautiful and clear. Basho was a Japanese poet who was part of a move away from oversentimentality, toward using more every-day objects as focus for tanka and haiku and so on.
My next campaign is for these:
Boots is hardly a mouthful of a book, I don't know why I didn't finish it when I picked it up to read the first time.
Blue Like Jazz is another that you read a little at a time, and I have started with a little, last week? Heh. We'll see.
This note brought to you by having guys here replacing all our windows and my usual love of an excuse to be less productive than I ought.
War on the TBR Pile
I found a couple more books that need to go on the pile! But I still don't have photographic evidence. For now we'll talk about the ones I have actually read lately:
This book reminded me what I like about boy-geared MG.
The good ones rock their bite-size, being exciting, funny, and not too bogged down with Importance, as a good kids book will. (Note: I say "not bogged down" with importance. This is also what rocked about Harry Potter, especially toward the beginning. They all have importance, because what we read becomes part of our mental landscape. Artemis Fowl does it better, but HP is the one that literally formed a generation's allowance choices.)
rachelmanija did a more thoughtful series of posts as she read the books, and said things that made me pick up my copy again despite the little ownership factoid.
Basho: The Narrow Road to the Deep North and other Travel Sketches
(Penguin Classics)
On the complete opposite side of the spectrum, this is one of the books I keep close to where I work, to every once in a while read a few pages wherever I open it. It's too meditative and rich to read in a binge. The translation is beautiful and clear. Basho was a Japanese poet who was part of a move away from oversentimentality, toward using more every-day objects as focus for tanka and haiku and so on.
My next campaign is for these:
Boots is hardly a mouthful of a book, I don't know why I didn't finish it when I picked it up to read the first time.
Blue Like Jazz is another that you read a little at a time, and I have started with a little, last week? Heh. We'll see.