New Books and old friends
My BookCrossing Bookshelf has eight new additions, an early Christmas present by a friend (let's call her Xy) who moved to Britain on Wednesday and decided not to take these books but rather leave them to me. I had helped her dismantle the large wardrobe and pack the parts on her car roof Wednesday morning when she offhandedly asked me if I'd liked some of these books...
The Heath Anthology of American Literature
Heath Anthology of American Literature Vol 2
The Madwoman in the Attic : The Woman Writer and the Nineteenth-Century Literary - by Sandra Gilbert, Susan Gubar
The Fifth Child (Paladin Books) by Doris Lessing
To the Lighthouse (Twentieth Century Classics S.) by Virginia Woolf
plus 3 nonfiction literary theory books, 7300 pages all in all, 5500 of which are the heath anthologies, which include Emily Dickinson who has been on my wishlist for some time - so Hurray for a friend who left me her books to leave for the UK - even though I might miss chatting with her in the comfort of my home and walking her through the monastery, the woods or through town, she'll not be lost and will come back for short visits after and even before she's married next year.
Another friend of mine, photoblogged recently and mentioned by me for meeting wednesday evening, which I did together with Eileen, has left for a completely different location: She has moved to Stepford. She also plans to marry next year and already managed to forget everything she was, thought, coveted, liked or wanted in her pre-clone life. I mentioned in my 'couple' post how close we four were, met via the Harry Potter FanClub or rather the HPFChat - Wednesday she didn't even remember the names of the other two ("Sarah who?"). She who was the first to have all the audiobooks and go to the movie premiere nights with a HP t-shirt didn't bother to see the Goblet of Fire yet; she who was the second person from a chatroom I ever met offline (a few days after meeting poliitikiwa) does not even have Internet anymore. There's no space for her computer in his appartment, so it's in the sewing room of her store now, offline and only used for printing labels. She doesn't even read her emails anymore, while he surfs on Ebay. He told her they'd be deleted after three weeks so she need not bother, and she doesn't. She who once had me accompany her to a fashion fair where she'd exhibit ther new designs now is content to iron his shirts as she can do that professionally, being a professional fashion designer. She who loved to dance and go out with her girl-friends doesn't see them much anymore. He expects her to cook dinner when he's home and to clean and tidy everything up neat when he's not. And she tells me that's her life and she'd choose that, content with everything. Christmas? With his family, only. She feels so at home there. The wedding? She had always wanted a traditional church wedding, one of the issues with her Ex. And now? Just his family, her parents and maybe some friends of his, ten people, with a short townhall transaction. No church, because as "he's so not into it" she doesn't want it anymore.
HELLO? Anybody home? This is a clone, and if it wasn't the Triffids of John Wyndham, then it was the men of Stepford who transformed her into a Stepford Wife. And where's the real Louisa?
The Heath Anthology of American Literature
Heath Anthology of American Literature Vol 2
The Madwoman in the Attic : The Woman Writer and the Nineteenth-Century Literary - by Sandra Gilbert, Susan Gubar
The Fifth Child (Paladin Books) by Doris Lessing
To the Lighthouse (Twentieth Century Classics S.) by Virginia Woolf
plus 3 nonfiction literary theory books, 7300 pages all in all, 5500 of which are the heath anthologies, which include Emily Dickinson who has been on my wishlist for some time - so Hurray for a friend who left me her books to leave for the UK - even though I might miss chatting with her in the comfort of my home and walking her through the monastery, the woods or through town, she'll not be lost and will come back for short visits after and even before she's married next year.
Another friend of mine, photoblogged recently and mentioned by me for meeting wednesday evening, which I did together with Eileen, has left for a completely different location: She has moved to Stepford. She also plans to marry next year and already managed to forget everything she was, thought, coveted, liked or wanted in her pre-clone life. I mentioned in my 'couple' post how close we four were, met via the Harry Potter FanClub or rather the HPFChat - Wednesday she didn't even remember the names of the other two ("Sarah who?"). She who was the first to have all the audiobooks and go to the movie premiere nights with a HP t-shirt didn't bother to see the Goblet of Fire yet; she who was the second person from a chatroom I ever met offline (a few days after meeting poliitikiwa) does not even have Internet anymore. There's no space for her computer in his appartment, so it's in the sewing room of her store now, offline and only used for printing labels. She doesn't even read her emails anymore, while he surfs on Ebay. He told her they'd be deleted after three weeks so she need not bother, and she doesn't. She who once had me accompany her to a fashion fair where she'd exhibit ther new designs now is content to iron his shirts as she can do that professionally, being a professional fashion designer. She who loved to dance and go out with her girl-friends doesn't see them much anymore. He expects her to cook dinner when he's home and to clean and tidy everything up neat when he's not. And she tells me that's her life and she'd choose that, content with everything. Christmas? With his family, only. She feels so at home there. The wedding? She had always wanted a traditional church wedding, one of the issues with her Ex. And now? Just his family, her parents and maybe some friends of his, ten people, with a short townhall transaction. No church, because as "he's so not into it" she doesn't want it anymore.
HELLO? Anybody home? This is a clone, and if it wasn't the Triffids of John Wyndham, then it was the men of Stepford who transformed her into a Stepford Wife. And where's the real Louisa?