One of my greatest personal fascinations is the concept of perspective. Personal perspective. Perception. The way we view the world, and ourselves in it. Point of view. And how the overlapping perceptions of and with others influence that perception. I think that’s why I was destined to love The Visible Man by Chuck Klosterman.
I can’t remember the last time a book scared me like this (actually, that’s not entirely true. Cormac McCarthy’s Child of God scared the crap out of me, as no doubt will the movie, coming soon to a theater near you, nightmares guaranteed). But this book really, really terrified me. I’m not entirely sure why. It kept me up all night, several nights, both because I wanted to know what happened next, but also because there was no way I was turning off the light. Continue reading
Everything I was reading was feeling the same. Sounding the same. And (I feared) making me WAY TOO serious. Wanting a purely fantastic, purely fictional escape, I asked a friend what she would do. And she suggested A Dirty Job by Christopher Moore. Continue reading
Has anyone read these Diary of a Wimpy Kid books by Jeff Kinney? If not, you should. They are HILARIOUS! I know, I’m as shocked as any of you, but it’s true. And they are written well, too. I mean, aimed at a much younger audience, but still appreciably funny for an adult reader, especially (but not exclusively) if you have kids. Continue reading
If you heard a book described as “like The English Patient,” would you read it? Until recently, my answer would have been “____ no!” But having just finished The Piano Teacher by Janice Y. K. Lee, and having since heard it described just so, my answer has maybe changed. Maybe. Continue reading
It’s a LONG one…
PHEW!!! Oh my! I just finished The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett. Nine hundred and seventy-three pages long, and I felt every single one! I need to catch my breath… Continue reading
What this chapter lacks in length, it makes up for in hilarity. Toadvine is back, and he’s better than ever. I never would have thought it possible, but I had missed the guy.
The kid and Toadvine find themselves on a chain gang, cleaning filth from the streets of Chihauhua City with their bare hands. That’s got to be nasty. Continue reading
Luminarium by Alex Shakar is the most intelligent, thought-provoking work of contemporary fiction I have read in a long, long time. It was not just another book read, but an experience. And it sort of defied genre categorization: kind of like science fiction, but not just. It was set in 2006, around the 5th anniversary of the 9/11 attack in New York. I wouldn’t call it 9/11 literature, though that was mentioned and somewhat woven into certain elements of the storyline Continue reading
Record Collecting for Girls by Courtney E. Smith was a runaway delight. I have to confess, at first I was a little bit intimidated by the “for girls” qualifier. Not that I shy away from literature with a prediminently female audience in mind, but the “for girls” label right there in the title was daunting (I mean, what if somebody saw me reading it?). Yet I persevered, and I am SO glad that I did. Continue reading
For me, Chapter 3 was about three things: humor, more characters, and more religion.
Dunce One touched on humor in his post on this chapter, but he skipped over the funniest part to me, which was that the kid starts out this chapter stark naked, and then the conversation that ensues with the recruiter. The kid is floundering around, grabbing his knife first, but then trying to get his clothes on. “Hell fire,” says the recruiter “come on out. I’m white and christian,” the implication to me being that, as such, the kid has nothing to worry about. We’ll see. Continue reading