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What I’m Reading: Anansi Boys and also, The End of a Series.

2 Dec
Peanut M&M's

One of The Things They Carried

SO I started this blog series about all the books I’m reading.  It used to be fun, I guess, but now it’s sucking the joy out of my fictional escapes.  Now when I read I’m trying so desperately to remember character names, details, and plot twists so that I might mock them mercilessly in a blog post that I forget to actually ENJOY reading.  Bah.  I just finished Anansi Boys, by Neil Gaiman.  Here’s my review:  It was good.  It was all the things you’d expect from Neil Gaiman.  It wasn’t my favorite Gaiman book, but it was still quite enjoyable, and I’d recommend you read it if you get the chance.  Review Over.

I’ve decided to end this whole book review series, and here’s why:

I am one of those people who can read a book, put it down, and then immediately forget even the most basic of plot points.  I’ve read every Harry Potter book at least twice, and when put on the spot still have trouble naming Ron’s dad (Henry?  Will?  uhh… Molly’s husband?…  Mr. Weasely?!?  I don’t know, I don’t KNOW!  That guy who gets bitten by the big snake, right?)

Bridge to Terabithia, by Katherine Patterson, is my all-time favorite book.  I read it once a year.  I do this because when people ask about your favorite book they generally expect you to have some sort of working knowledge of its plot.  “I love it because of the way it makes me feel”  is not *exactly* what most people are looking for in a book review, nor is, “uhh, there’s this girl, and she paints a room yellow…uhh…someone goes shopping…”

I spend so much of my life dealing with – nay, obsessing over – details that when it comes to recreation I prefer my escape to be ethereal rather than analytical.  No, I can’t remember what happened to Saltheart Foamfollower.  No, I don’t know which Anansi brother was which, nor what exactly the Fox said to the Ox, nor even what actually happened with Alice and the Jaberwocky.  I don’t remember who pretended that M&Ms were morphine, or why everyone was so damn concerned with what color hair that guy had.

I remember Jess popping the last bite of his sandwich into his sister’s mouth.  I remember that the Chronicles of Thomas Covenant made me feel sad for months.  I remember dancing, and a spider, and a green hat.  I remember angst.  I remember fear, and fantasy, and triumph.  I remember backpacks filled with lists and lists of things.  I remember the color red.  I remember feeling happy-and-sad, warm-and-fuzzy, angry-and-depressed.  I can read the same book over and over, each time finding new language, a new theme, or a scene I hadn’t given enough attention to the first (or third, or fifth) time through.

So.  There you go.  No more book reviews.  I may, from time to time, tell you how a particular book makes me feel.  I will not, however, tell you which Weasely boy dies, because, frankly, I don’t remember.  It sure was sad, though, wasn’t it?  })i({


What I’m Reading: September

15 Sep

You may remember the ungodly stack of books I’d stashed in the “To Read” pile.  Well, I’m happy to report that I finished *three* books since my last post!    Hooray!

Now then.  I would prefer that you not send me e-mails telling me that reading three books is no big feat, especially when they were three children’s books, okay?  How’s a girl to read things so quickly when they have teeny sized fonts and hundreds and hundreds of pages?  Hmm?  It would be unimpressive to post about finishing 462 pages of War and Peace, now wouldn’t it?  (Actually, that might be impressive.  I’m going to have to ponder that one for a bit…)

At the very least, though, my stack of books is getting smaller!  Hoooraaaayyy!

Here are the books I finished:

the first two books in the Dark Is Rising Sequence by Susan Cooper, which were very clearly intended for a preteen audience.  The whole way through I kept thinking things like Gosh those kids figured that out quickly, and Geez, that wasn’t a very difficult quest, was it now? Other than that, I’m totally digging the slightly antiquated language (if you can call a book written in the 70s antiquated), and Gummerry is quite possibly the coolest man alive.

If you’re interested in a very black-and-white good-vs-evil kind of a series, you’ll probably enjoy these books.  I prefer a bit of gray, myself, but that’s what I get for reading outside of my …erm… time zone…

The books in the sequence are:

Over Sea, Under Stone

The Dark is Rising


Silver on the Tree

The Grey King

Apparently someone made the second book into a movie some time in the 80s, but my sister said it was stupid, and she’s generally right about things like that.  (Thanks, Chibi!)

Anyway, the other book I finished was Alice in Wonderland, but I read it on my iphone Kindle, so unless you want me to take a picture of my phone… hmm… actually, hang on a minute…

Uhh, okay, well.  This, coupled with the fact that just now I have Zoltar doing the following: running Linux (Ubuntu), running Windows in a Virtual Box (seamless), and running Google Chrome, Firefox, and Internet Explorer all at the same time, pretty much means my nerdery is now official.  *ahem*  Computers are good!  Have them!

The book stack now looks like this:

The push is on to get that stack good and read, because… it’s official!  We’re moving (for real and true this time) to a deluxe apartment in the sky (AKA a 10th floor 2BR 2BA much closer to Husband’s work) in November, and I’m pretty sure this lovely stack will be lost in the move for some time afterward. })i({

To see more of my favorite (and least favorite) books, check out my GoodReads!