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I'm stuck hanging around in the library after school today, because I'm not getting picked up until 4:30ish. Bleh. I love public libraries, but school libraries depress me; plus, they're full of my INANE CLASSMATES ARGH. Indeed.
So, because I just need to keep myself entertained,
The Virgin Suicides: The first book I read by this author (whose name I'm not writing because I cannot spell it and I'm too lazy, at the moment, to look it up) was Middlesex, which I reallyreally loved. I think, if asked to choose, I would have to say that I liked Middlesex more than I liked The Virgin Suicides, even if The Virgin Suicides is the only book by this author that everybody seems to remember. Which is not to say that I didn't like The Virgin Suicides, because I did; I think it was an excellent book. It was interesting, well-written, and...well. Surprisingly captivating and un-depressing. For a book about five sisters who killed themselves, I find it frankly spectacular that the author managed to keep the book from bogging itself down with THE ANGST. There was no angst (that I could see), however. The writing was dark and subtle and so excellent. I suck at writing book reviews, yeah. The point of this was that I liked this one. Yay!
Fables & Reflections: *gibbers* Man, I love the Sandman and I love Neil Gaiman. Brilliant. GAH. I think I'm in love with Dream, I really do, he's so horrible and his hair is so blue-black. ...ignore me. Um. This is possibly my favorite of the series to date, which is not necessarily saying much because the only others I've read are 1, 2, 3 and 5. Still. I loved 'Three Septembers and a January' and 'Ramadan' the most. I get so incoherent when I talk about this series. :D
The Year of Secret Assignments: Some of you may scoff, but I loved Feeling Sorry for Celia and I love this book. (I never seem to read books that I hate, do I? Or maybe I just forget about them quickly. *ponders*) It's smart, funny, and SebSebSeb. Seeeeeb. Also, I squeed when they mentioned Jared in passing, because my love for Grunge Boy is great and all-consuming. :)
And I started The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, which is excellent so far, and Don't Panic: Douglas Adams and the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which is, of course, excellent as well. I mean-- Neil Gaiman, who I love, talking about HGttG, which I also love. is there really even room for that to go wrong? No. I thought not.
Also read, or started to read and soon tossed aside: some book about a gangster's son, boring and predictable; and some book about someone named Allie who liked to go to funerals for fun, which was disconcerting because YO. MY NAME.
I have something I'd like to angst about, but I won't. Because I don't feel like dragging myself down into a whirlpool of angst at the moment. *shrugs*
Oh, wait, one more thing: listened to The Who for the first time (yeah. the first time, although it turns out i know some of the songs anyway, so i guess...this was the first OFFICIAL time, or something) and they're pretty excellent, yes. Boris the Spider (er, I think that's what it's called) is a very, very scary song. I mean, really creepy. It frightened me. In a fairly good way, though. So.
Aaaaand I just remembered, I got a 100 on my science fair project. Only one in the class. Ha! Nobody saw it coming. I'm afraid that I sound incredibly snotty when I say that, but I'm not conceited I'm just giddy with surprise. :) Everybody in my class did incredibly well on science fair, so it's all good.
I guess I'm going to go try to find another form of entertainment now. Bleh. Back to being bored. *vague fade-away*
- Allie
So, because I just need to keep myself entertained,
The Virgin Suicides: The first book I read by this author (whose name I'm not writing because I cannot spell it and I'm too lazy, at the moment, to look it up) was Middlesex, which I reallyreally loved. I think, if asked to choose, I would have to say that I liked Middlesex more than I liked The Virgin Suicides, even if The Virgin Suicides is the only book by this author that everybody seems to remember. Which is not to say that I didn't like The Virgin Suicides, because I did; I think it was an excellent book. It was interesting, well-written, and...well. Surprisingly captivating and un-depressing. For a book about five sisters who killed themselves, I find it frankly spectacular that the author managed to keep the book from bogging itself down with THE ANGST. There was no angst (that I could see), however. The writing was dark and subtle and so excellent. I suck at writing book reviews, yeah. The point of this was that I liked this one. Yay!
Fables & Reflections: *gibbers* Man, I love the Sandman and I love Neil Gaiman. Brilliant. GAH. I think I'm in love with Dream, I really do, he's so horrible and his hair is so blue-black. ...ignore me. Um. This is possibly my favorite of the series to date, which is not necessarily saying much because the only others I've read are 1, 2, 3 and 5. Still. I loved 'Three Septembers and a January' and 'Ramadan' the most. I get so incoherent when I talk about this series. :D
The Year of Secret Assignments: Some of you may scoff, but I loved Feeling Sorry for Celia and I love this book. (I never seem to read books that I hate, do I? Or maybe I just forget about them quickly. *ponders*) It's smart, funny, and SebSebSeb. Seeeeeb. Also, I squeed when they mentioned Jared in passing, because my love for Grunge Boy is great and all-consuming. :)
And I started The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, which is excellent so far, and Don't Panic: Douglas Adams and the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which is, of course, excellent as well. I mean-- Neil Gaiman, who I love, talking about HGttG, which I also love. is there really even room for that to go wrong? No. I thought not.
Also read, or started to read and soon tossed aside: some book about a gangster's son, boring and predictable; and some book about someone named Allie who liked to go to funerals for fun, which was disconcerting because YO. MY NAME.
I have something I'd like to angst about, but I won't. Because I don't feel like dragging myself down into a whirlpool of angst at the moment. *shrugs*
Oh, wait, one more thing: listened to The Who for the first time (yeah. the first time, although it turns out i know some of the songs anyway, so i guess...this was the first OFFICIAL time, or something) and they're pretty excellent, yes. Boris the Spider (er, I think that's what it's called) is a very, very scary song. I mean, really creepy. It frightened me. In a fairly good way, though. So.
Aaaaand I just remembered, I got a 100 on my science fair project. Only one in the class. Ha! Nobody saw it coming. I'm afraid that I sound incredibly snotty when I say that, but I'm not conceited I'm just giddy with surprise. :) Everybody in my class did incredibly well on science fair, so it's all good.
I guess I'm going to go try to find another form of entertainment now. Bleh. Back to being bored. *vague fade-away*
- Allie