Posts Tagged ‘book’

hunger games

The Hunger Games (and Catching Fire, and Mockingjay) were amazing. I’ve basically spent the past few days reading them and now feel appropriately sated with words and resolution. I’m actually really surprised that this book is marketed to teenagers because there’s so much action in it. And feelings and strong characters and blood and injury. It’s like Battle Royale, but with a better backstory and plot.

Here’s the trailer for The Hunger Games. Jennifer Lawrence is just how I imagined Katniss–dark hair and that same attitude she had in Winter’s Bone. I’m really excited for when it comes out!!

Go ahead. Pry yourself out from under that rock now.


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My world is made of small obsessions, some of which I successfully hide away, others of which reappear at most inconvenient times.

…such as my penchant for Celtic mythology which manifested itself in me listening to an 8-hour long Audiobook suggested to me by the ads on the DailyWhat. Damn you well-placed media advertisements.

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franny and zooey

“I’m sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.” – Franny and Zooey, J.D. Salinger

Me too.

It’s been awhile since I’ve read the novel, which was one of the summer reading options assigned once upon a time in high school.* I remember a scene with Zooey** sitting in a bathtub reading a letter until his mother walks in, upon which the two of them have a conversation.  I think that’s how I feel sometimes. Avoidant and self-absorbed and unwilling to change and ironic and (especially on cold winter days) like I just want to soak for hours in my bathtub while reading a book.


*Steven and I were talking about how we both read Beowulf (and its related novel, Grendel) and The Crucible in middle/high school at around the same times. Is there a list of recommended novels that teachers use that is standardized throughout California?

**Also I think Zooey Deschanel was named after Zooey Glass, which is ironic because this Zooey is a self-important boy and that Zooey is an extremely pretty hipster girl who sings.

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lit it up

Jessie and I were joking around (read: extremely aware and incredibly avoidant) about the idea of starting a book club but it’s not so impossible an idea. When I finished reading “Never Let Me Go” it felt weird to not be able to talk about it with someone, a la Arber’s class and the impossible questions he set out for us during discussions.

She also texted me yesterday with a few guilty sentences along the lines of “crap we haven’t read any of the best contemporary books of this decade” and man, that makes me feel sad. And by sad I mean I feel like a woman who broke up with her boyfriend and no longers leaves the house. Yeah, visualize me.

The other books I want to read are Mrs. Dalloway (because Lincoln made me watch The Hours first year), The Sound and the Fury and Light in August (because…it’s Faulkner), Everything is Illuminated, and Wuthering Heights (so I can appreciate it better because I now own it).

The queue is long but Lolita’s first up. By WinterBreak, my goal is to finish Lolita and this time, no more beating around it. It’s time to suck it up. And just read it. Then it’s going to be me and Jessie (and whoever else wants to come!) sitting downtown at a Starbucks with our Peppermint Hot Chocolates (because it’s FINALLY winter and PHC-time, Lincoln!) looking cool and discussing the merits of Nabokov’s writing. Other people will be jealous ’cause we’ll be dressed hipster and carrying art sketchbooks (well, Jessie will be) and throwing out big words and a pretentious attitude like it’s nobody’s business.

Looking foward to it.

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watercooler talk

Last night, I finished reading Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro but of course I had to reread the ending this morning for it all to sink in. I think, because I watched the movie first, that it was easier for me to imagine Kathy H. and Ruth and Tommy, together at Hailsham as children and then as adults before their completions.

“Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.”

In the book, I was able to see more of Kathy and Tommy’s compatibility, but I think the film took more liberties by capitalizing on the love story aspect of their relationship. I think it goes deeper than that though, because the book is about three intertwined lines that eventually break and then reconnect.

“It never occurred to me that our lives, until then so closely interwoven, could unravel and separate over a thing like that. But the fact was, I suppose there were powerful tides tugging us apart by then, and it only needed something like that to finish the task. If we’d understood that back then–who knows?–maybe we’d have kept a tighter hold of one another.”

The inevitability that Ishiguro writes with makes me feel sad and burdened. He lets us see the impossibility of equality in the face of self-gain (harvesting necessary organs from clones) and the time constraints of change, which makes me wonder where our society will be with the advent of new technology.

“…and I half closed my eyes and imagined this was the spot where everything I’d ever lost since my childhood had washed up, and I was now standing here in front of it, and if I waited long enough, a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until I’d see it was Tommy, and he’d wave, and maybe even call.”

Where will compassion and morals go? How will we be able to address injustices? Will we even choose to see these injustices?

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