Confession
Oh LJ, I drank so much today. I ought to be ashamed of myself; this can only lead to addiction and leave me a stupid, shaky mess
Okay, so the substance in question was tea. But I've had pots and pots of it! I gave up coffee on Fridays during Lent, because I already abstain from meat on Fridays all year long, I think I've mentioned this before. But to...skirt this rule so flagrantly? I ought to be ashamed of myself
I've had a good, relaxing break since whenever I last wrote. I haven't gotten a lot of schoolwork accomplished, like I had hoped, but I've just about read my weight in books this past week. Let's see. I finished up The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas. Fun and charming if, in retrospect, a tiny bit pointless.
But after that, I picked up Nabokov's Pale Fire. I had so so much fun with it; I stayed up laaaate with a ton of coffee, reading. I thought about doing an all-nighter, just so I could say that my first/only all-nighter was for the sake of a good book, not a pressing assignment or anything else. I went to bed at 4-4:30 because I am a lightweight. But I liked reading Flaubert's Parrot earlier this year, and Pale Fire was incredibly similar, where you have this antagonistic narrator who's just mocking the reader, and this metafiction/intertextual/postmodern thing. Plus making fun of academia, always good :-p
Then it was Bel Canto, by Ann Patchett. It's been praised to high heavens, I think. I liked it a lot, even if it took some getting used to, but it was different. And very thoughtful and very very well-written
I read Eva Moves the Furniture to prepare for our book drive; it's sat on my shelf for a long time and I was wondering whether it's worth keeping. Good news, it's not! :-p Very pretty and artsy book with very little point or plot. I am both discerning and impatient, so it did not do it for me. Good riddance :-p
But I read Sarcophagus this afternoon, and that was a lot of fun. As much fun as nuclear disaster could ever be :-p It was very caustic, very bitter and resentful toward the government and people in charge. At one point, the protagonist points out that it'll take so long for the radiation to decay, the Egyptian pyramids will all have turned to dust and Chernobyl will be the only sarcophagus left. Creepy-awesome
And now I'm going to read Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep tonight. Also potentially to clear out my bookshelf/donate to our book drive, but I've read the first few pages, and you guys, it seems like it'll be good. Oh dear, another one I'll have to keep. Poor me
Okay, so the substance in question was tea. But I've had pots and pots of it! I gave up coffee on Fridays during Lent, because I already abstain from meat on Fridays all year long, I think I've mentioned this before. But to...skirt this rule so flagrantly? I ought to be ashamed of myself
I've had a good, relaxing break since whenever I last wrote. I haven't gotten a lot of schoolwork accomplished, like I had hoped, but I've just about read my weight in books this past week. Let's see. I finished up The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas. Fun and charming if, in retrospect, a tiny bit pointless.
But after that, I picked up Nabokov's Pale Fire. I had so so much fun with it; I stayed up laaaate with a ton of coffee, reading. I thought about doing an all-nighter, just so I could say that my first/only all-nighter was for the sake of a good book, not a pressing assignment or anything else. I went to bed at 4-4:30 because I am a lightweight. But I liked reading Flaubert's Parrot earlier this year, and Pale Fire was incredibly similar, where you have this antagonistic narrator who's just mocking the reader, and this metafiction/intertextual/postmodern thing. Plus making fun of academia, always good :-p
Then it was Bel Canto, by Ann Patchett. It's been praised to high heavens, I think. I liked it a lot, even if it took some getting used to, but it was different. And very thoughtful and very very well-written
I read Eva Moves the Furniture to prepare for our book drive; it's sat on my shelf for a long time and I was wondering whether it's worth keeping. Good news, it's not! :-p Very pretty and artsy book with very little point or plot. I am both discerning and impatient, so it did not do it for me. Good riddance :-p
But I read Sarcophagus this afternoon, and that was a lot of fun. As much fun as nuclear disaster could ever be :-p It was very caustic, very bitter and resentful toward the government and people in charge. At one point, the protagonist points out that it'll take so long for the radiation to decay, the Egyptian pyramids will all have turned to dust and Chernobyl will be the only sarcophagus left. Creepy-awesome
And now I'm going to read Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep tonight. Also potentially to clear out my bookshelf/donate to our book drive, but I've read the first few pages, and you guys, it seems like it'll be good. Oh dear, another one I'll have to keep. Poor me