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endings

endings

i just finished reading “gone girl”.
i loved the story and the mystery, the writing, the twists, the occasional word i had to look up.it reminded me of reading “the time traveler’s wife” in that these were both books where i had to read every single word so i didn’t miss a thing. i want to know what’s happening in the next paragraph but i don’t want to skip this paragraph to read it! aahhh #firstworldnerdyreaderproblems
(that’s my definition of an engrossing book.)
but, reading this book made me realize how important an ending is to me when i read. my mom likes happy books; i like books that have a definite, resolute end to them. “gone girl” did not have that sort of end, and that’s the only reason i would knock a star off any sort of review. if you don’t mind a wandering, filmy sort of ending, then you will love this book. even with the wandering, filmy sort of ending i really liked this book.
*mutters something about the journey not the destination*

i forgot

i forgot

when i was young, going to the austin public library was like a  magical field trip. the way i remember it, the children’s section was in the middle of this large room where bookcases went up to the ceilings, and skylights in the ceilings let the sun in to shine down on my 5-year-old head as i sat in the small children’s section on small chairs at small tables, pulling books off short shelves that made a semi-circle that cordoned off that section. all around me were books, and a winding staircase led the way to the upper loft-like level where more adult books were waiting for me when i grew a little older. plants, tall windows, sunlight and books.
i think i abandoned the public library when i went to school. the gradeschool library wasn’t as as magical as the public library, but it still contained the magicalness that is books. the biggest obstacle at the gradeschool library was not being able to check out books i wanted to when i was in 2nd grade. apparently reading beyond my grade level didn’t matter the the stick-in-the-mud librarians. but once able to move to the big-kid books, oh i could get lost in the stacks.
when we moved to new london, we started to frequent the public library more – my guess is because it was 5 blocks down the road as opposed to 5 miles in town. saturday became library day – everyone minus my dad would go to the library, where we each had our own card, and choose our books for the week. yes, the high school had a (bigger) library as well, and i would check out books there, too.
and that was it for my public library days. at st. ben’s, i had access to two university libraries, and i did very little reading for fun those days (school always getting in the way of learning, sheesh). it wasn’t until after i graduated from st. cloud state that i started reading for fun again in an intense way. and read i did. i bought books from amazon, half, goodwill, savers, half-price bins, full-price bins – anywhere i could get my hands on them. and not just good books – i bought bad books, too. sure, there are always a few gems in the mad rush to find 99¢ books at goodwill (“a walk in the woods”, anyone?), but most are stinkers.
and then about a month ago, i thought, “how much money have i spent on books?”  i couldn’t tell you. but when i realized that last year i read 60 books, and the average cost of my books is about $4 a book, that’s a chunk of change. and me with an expansive library system in the area.
two weeks ago, i went to the waite park library and got a library card – my first one since i was 18. i was on my way to work, so i didn’t check out any books that day, but i quickly went online and put a couple books on reserve. i picked one up last wednesday and read it, then yesterday i went to the st. cloud public library to drop it off and browse.
I FORGOT.
I FORGOT.
i FORGOT how AWESOME the library is. i FORGOT how wonderful library books are. i FORGOT the smell of books, even in the new library, and how they fill your nose with paper and slight must. i FORGOT the plastic wrappers around the hardcovers, and how it just screams that you, yes YOU are a library user and proud of it. i FORGOT.
i went home with 4 books. no paying, no questions, no wondering what you’re going to find in a stack of books. i went for specific things, and i found them. after i finish them, i’ll take them back and get more.
why did i wait so long?

green mile

green mile

for those of you thinking of dabbling in stephen king but don’t want to delve into the dark tower series or read anything that will make you see rabid clowns in your dreams, try reading “the green mile”. i’m guessing shawshank will be in the same vein. he’s a great storyteller, and the non-scary story is awesome.

YA brouhaha

YA brouhaha

when i was in NL for easter, i rummaged through the closet in the guest room, which has a bunch of crap in it. i found “fudgeamania” in there by judy blume and decided to read it again (last time i was 11, and this time it took me about an hour and a half to read). but judy blume! i forgot how funny a writer she is. so i was perusing the list of other books she’d written at the back, and i’m thinking to myself, she wrote a sex book, didn’t she? one for teens? hm….
i had to wikipedia her. “forever” was the book, and i remember reading it when i was 15 or 16. i read the synopsis and wow, no wonder i read it when i was 15 or 16! which got me thinking, you know, there’s a lot of young adult novels that have been in the news lately for having too much sexytimes in them, and they end up getting censored. (i follow a couple YA authors on twitter and keep up with the times that way.)
but really, YA novels have apparently ALWAYS been controversial, “forever” being one that has been banned, as well as a couple others by judy blume. (are there god? its me, margaret is always controversial – another one i read, at a younger age, too, i think.) judy blume wrote a lot of her books in the 70s, and thinking about other authors i read growing up, cynthia voigt, sweet valley high books, etc. etc., recent rumblings about john green’s 17-year-old characters not knowing how to give a BJ really is not that big, or new, of a deal.
which brings up two points: 1. either my parents didn’t know what i was reading and i was very good at hiding my books, or they realized the written word is important and reading is a key thing in life. and 2. teenagers are sexual beings, just like the rest of us past the age of 11-12. come on, it’s not like they don’t know how it feels to have these urges. a lot of them are reading these books and not doing anything. if teenagers are going to have sex. some book is not going to change his/her mind. i would guess the book-reading crowd is going to be less sexually active than the non-book-reading crowd. adults want to shelter their kids until they’re 30, but life just doesn’t work like that.
so i was wiki’ing my fave YA authors from when i was a YA, and i was thinking i might just pick up a few from the days of yore and read them again. see how steamy they really are.

why i'm still looking for alaska

why i'm still looking for alaska

Nate started watching the Vlogbrothers’ videos a little bit before John Green’s book “Paper Towns” came out. He introduced me to the videos, and when the book came out, he insisted we buy it to support john. Ok. We did. Since I am more of a reader than Nate, I picked it up first and read it quickly. It was entertaining, sort of a mystery, with a lot of teenage truth. I liked it well enough – not to the level of Harry Potter like, but well enough. Eventually I started sorting through the Vlogbros’ videos, and noted his other two books, which I ordered at Nate’s requests.
I stumbled through “An Abundance of Katherines,” another teenage adventure with quirks, and a lot of truth.
Then I read “Looking for Alaska.” It was gorgeous: funny, beautifully written and honest. I quickly put it in my top fifteen books.
“The Fault in our Stars” just came out, and I just finished reading it today. I was really really hoping for another Alaska, but it fell just short. I couldn’t figure out what it was about his other books that fell so short, so I hunkered down to figure out why it is that “Alaska” is john green’s masterpiece – his magnum opus.
You begin to expect certain things of an author: when I pick up a J.K. Rowling book, I know I’m picking up a book that has magic in it – a fantastical, heroic story. When I pick up a Suzanne Collins book, I’m looking for something about post-modern society, dystopian, futuristic. When I pick up a Jennifer Weiner book, I know it’s going to be part chick lit, part literary. When I pick up a Jodi Picoult book, I want a trial in it. When I pick up a Bill Bryson book, I expect to laugh.
So it goes that when I pick up a John Green book, I’m expecting truth. His books are full of current day teenage truths – the hardships, the conversations, the self-consciousness, the awkwardness, the weirdness of first romances. It’s spelled out with complete, honest truth in his books. There is no holding back.
So when I read his books and these hard truths are contrasted with a somewhat unordinary plotline, it’s hard for me to swallow. What I read is that someone understands the truths of my teenage life (long past), someone understands what i’m going through, someone gets it…but I can’t quite relate because the plot is not entirely believable in an everyday teenager’s kind of way. So, do I take hold of this extraordinary story, or do I take hold of the truths that hitting me in the gut? Truth…or not? Why are they so hard to meld?
It’s a good question. The truths and the extraordinary are hard to combine in my mind. 17 year olds going on a road trip and getting employed over the summer on a whim? My parents would’ve put the kibosh on that asap. Skipping high school graduation to find your true love (who may or may not return the feeling) who ran away and left clues she didn’t want you to find in the first place? Again, parents, and police would’ve been contacted. Even his new one, while harsh truths are pulled and prodded and written about cancer, I feel that traveling to Amsterdam and finding the author of her favorite book were just a little too extraordinary in contrast to the truths (even if it was part of the make-a-wish foundation – although this wasn’t as hard to grapple with as the other two books. it was close to Alaska, but not quite there for me).
But Alaska?
Complete truths. Going to boarding school and participating in usual high school pranks, then the girl you fell in love with forgets her mother’s death’s anniversary and on the way to the graveyard dies in a car crash – and you have to sort through everything that comes with losing her? Believable, ordinary events melded with harsh, teenage truths.
There is nothing in the plot that takes away from life as it is; nothing about it transports you to an otherness of everyday life, a way of life that is just a little bit too unbelievable – “Looking for Alaska” is just 100% honest, humble truths.
Book review: The Time-Traveler's Wife

Book review: The Time-Traveler's Wife

I haven’t read a book so engrossing in a while. It’s a story of a guy with a genetic flaw that makes him time travel spontaneously and the woman who loves him. The overall theme throughout the book is waiting, and I couldn’t wait to read more of this book. At around 500 pages, it lasted me a while, but I plowed through it in about 4 days.
It tackles some brain-teasers surrounding time travel, circular thoughts that are hard to wrap your head around: the guy visits his wife as a young girl, and tells her which dates he would be coming next, which she writes down, then gives him when she meets him in real time so he can tell her younger version when he would be coming next, which she writes down so she can give him when she meets him in real time….etc. etc. Where is the beginning? who knows…
It isn’t a happy romance, though. Be forewarned because it may seem that way, but it’s not. After I finished, my insides were conflicted and my heart ached with how the book ended, and I’m still thinking about it.
Go read it. There’s even some smut in it for those of you who like a little porn with your literature.

book review update

book review update

ugh, so i couldn’t put my finger on what exactly it was i didn’t like about twilight. i thought i didn’t like the vampire dude. he’s too cocky, too sure of himself. but i didn’t think that was quite it. i thought it was the writing style. no… hmmm….
then i put my finger on it, 3/4 the way through book 3: bella swan (the main character) is a self-absorbed, deluded, selfish, annoying, whiny, little brat. i tell her constantly (out loud, no less) to shut up and quit whining. i’m quitting after this book. i need to know how the book ends, then i’m done. i need an anti-bella shirt.

Book review: Twilight

Book review: Twilight

i admit i was pulled in by the hype, the sudden popularity, the comparison to harry potter, and the very quick movie deal surrounding this book.
that said, don’t bother. i can totally understand why this was made into a movie (and not having seen the movie, i’m not sure of the conversion) – this book has NO SUBSTANCE and the script would be a breeze to write. i found myself skimming over entire pages. it wouldn’t be so bad if the writing style of the author wasn’t trying so hard to be simplistic.
the first 3/4 of the books is all emo teen angst. oh, edward’s so handsome and beautiful, and he’s a vampire, so i learn about vampire-y stuff, and i don’t know why he likes me. etc. etc. enter the mind any 16 or 17-year-old girl, and these will be her thoughts (minus vampires). the main character is supposed to be "mature" for her age, but really? it’s just a teenage infatuation and we get to read about it for 300 pages or so. take the book and remove the vampire action, and we’d have a sweet valley high book (but not as well written, sad to say).
thank got that some action happened at the end of the book, or else i would’ve considered it a complete waste of time.
needless to say, there was some hint at the end of werewolves in the second book, so i’ve got to see how that pans out. so far, more teen angst, and i literally skipped 2 pages because it was all about her feeling bad for herself. if i weren’t scrambling for books to read, i wouldn’t be reading the sequel.

ack, the enemy

ack, the enemy

read the kite runner.
tough to read at times, but i really enjoyed the writing style and overall story line.
that is, if you aren’t afraid to read about muslims (oh noes!!).

the mediocrity of books

the mediocrity of books

i hate reading mediocre books. because once i start a book, i HAVE to finish it. it’s like a mantra i live by. i feel absolutely guilty if i don’t finish a book i’ve started reading.
so i’ve read a lot of mediocre books lately and it’s just frustrating because here i am, slogging through this load of crapola writing that isn’t catching my interest at all, toward the end, when all i will feel is relief.
books/authors i’ve read in the past year that haven’t been mediocre – in fact, they were stellar:

  1. HP7
  2. bill bryson
  3. tony bourdain
  4. perks of being wallflower

books that were above average, but not absolutely riveting:

  1. the know-it-all
  2. and a bottle of rum

books that have been mediocre:

  1. cat’s eye (sorry claire)
  2. women who run with the wolves (interesting, but definitely not a page-turner)
  3. liars’ club (bleah, depressing)
  4. east of eden