should be doing
let's play my own little blogger game called what i should be doing, full of other things that i could be reading, listening to, or watching, but instead i'm here blogging to hear myself type. I guess this is the i should be reading more version of the game....
This old book has been sitting on my desk, above the CD spinner, gathering dust since late summer. I heard this great story about Faulkner writing a book called Sanctuary as a way of giving the people what they wanted - sex, drugs, infidelity, murder - rather than trying to write something meaningful and/or artistic. Of course it became a best seller, quite scandalous for its time. I read that one and really liked it (will keep in mind for future film possibilities), so i ordered the sequel off of Half for just a few bucks. Then I made the mistake of reading some reviews of it and haven't had the heart to read the book. I guess Faulkner tried to make something more artistic as a way of making up for his past sin, the one i liked. Now i just don't know.
I started reading Stephen Elliot's blog last winter/spring when he was following the primaries. It was a particular line in one of his posts (ugh, that i can't find) about this being the last chance for our generation when it comes to elections - that if we don't get something from this one then we're liable to checkout for good. I read his blog and subscribed to his mailing list all year, reading excerpts of what would eventually turn into this book. A few days after the village re-elected their biggest idiot, i decided the best i could do was buy his book as a form of support, and thanks for all he'd written over the last year. But i've also let my subscriptions to the Nation and Mother Jones run out, because i just can't care anymore. Let's just call this the year i stopped caring.
I looooooooove David Sedaris, and i don't care if that makes me gay. I know, you have to do more than love a gay man, and everything he writes, to make you gay. I asked for his latest book for Father's Day and didn't get it. Made another play for it for Christmas and Santa actually heard my pleas. This won't sit on the shelf for long.
I read the first two Series of Unfortunate Events to my son last summer/fall, and they scared him. We had books 3 and 4, but he never wanted me to read them. Last weekend, while he was painting his new hand-made skateboard, i sat down and started reading the third book (the Wide Window) aloud to him. We finished it the next afternoon while his sister napped. Now it's on to the fourth book. Maybe we'll get to it this weekend. (and no, we haven't seen the movie yet)
Requiem for a Nun by William Faulkner
This old book has been sitting on my desk, above the CD spinner, gathering dust since late summer. I heard this great story about Faulkner writing a book called Sanctuary as a way of giving the people what they wanted - sex, drugs, infidelity, murder - rather than trying to write something meaningful and/or artistic. Of course it became a best seller, quite scandalous for its time. I read that one and really liked it (will keep in mind for future film possibilities), so i ordered the sequel off of Half for just a few bucks. Then I made the mistake of reading some reviews of it and haven't had the heart to read the book. I guess Faulkner tried to make something more artistic as a way of making up for his past sin, the one i liked. Now i just don't know.
Looking Forward to It by Stephen Elliott
I started reading Stephen Elliot's blog last winter/spring when he was following the primaries. It was a particular line in one of his posts (ugh, that i can't find) about this being the last chance for our generation when it comes to elections - that if we don't get something from this one then we're liable to checkout for good. I read his blog and subscribed to his mailing list all year, reading excerpts of what would eventually turn into this book. A few days after the village re-elected their biggest idiot, i decided the best i could do was buy his book as a form of support, and thanks for all he'd written over the last year. But i've also let my subscriptions to the Nation and Mother Jones run out, because i just can't care anymore. Let's just call this the year i stopped caring.
Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Plaid by David Sedaris
I looooooooove David Sedaris, and i don't care if that makes me gay. I know, you have to do more than love a gay man, and everything he writes, to make you gay. I asked for his latest book for Father's Day and didn't get it. Made another play for it for Christmas and Santa actually heard my pleas. This won't sit on the shelf for long.
the Miserable Mill by Lemony Snicket
I read the first two Series of Unfortunate Events to my son last summer/fall, and they scared him. We had books 3 and 4, but he never wanted me to read them. Last weekend, while he was painting his new hand-made skateboard, i sat down and started reading the third book (the Wide Window) aloud to him. We finished it the next afternoon while his sister napped. Now it's on to the fourth book. Maybe we'll get to it this weekend. (and no, we haven't seen the movie yet)
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