I've been busy this week, being productive. On Monday, I did spring cleaning a day early. I scrubbed my whole bathroom, except for the floor (because mopping is a pain!) and picked up my room, dusted, cleaned out my closet, even moved around some pictures and things for a change. I've been thinking about moving the location of my bed, I'm just not sure if it will work any other way. I've also gotten loads done at work, and done laundry and made dinner two nights this week so far. And I've been reading a bunch too. Since I'm at work, I don't have time to delve deeply into the stuff I've been reading, so I'll just throw some covers up and write reviews later. Maybe. If I feel like it. I'm not great at writing reviews and I haven't
loved any of the books I've been reading, because I've been reading a lot of "literature" and as I told Andrew last night, "literature" is almost always about emotions, and I really prefer reading books that are about anything but that. Seriously, if you look at my favorite books, they have almost no emotional element--
In a Sunburned Country, The Westing Game, The Stephanie Plum Series...ok, I guess I don't even have that many favorite books. Which is ironic. What I don't like reading about is people have "deep" emotions and then they do irrational and nonsensical things. Like the girl who runs crying out of a library because she saw a painting that looked sort of like her female lover and it looked at her. Like, what? Is that a metaphor? What is that supposed to show us? Maybe I just don't understand deep emotions and that is why I don't like literature. I will probably be shot for saying this, especially since I work in book publishing, but
Catcher in the Rye...what? I don't get it (I hope we can still be friends, Ann). I don't know...I'm flummoxed. Maybe I need to get more in touch with my "emotional side." Bollocks.
Anyway, I said I wasn't going to delve deeply into book reviews, so instead I delved deeply into my inner turmoil....my bad. Here are those covers I mentioned and I'll get around to writing some reviews when I feel like it (hey, maybe I do feel stuff!). If like, I don't get all depressed because of an incident on the subway that somehow seems to signify the futility of my life path and then do irrational stuff and wind up in Colorado or something...
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| I had very high hopes for this one. It wasn't awful. |
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| I didn't have high hopes for this one. They lived up (down?) to them. Spoiler: 1950s lesbian fiction |
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| My boss is letting me borrow her Kindle so I can finish this series. I have mixed feelings about this--I want to finish the series, but I don't because of the all the hype, and I don't want to cave to a Kindle, even if it isn't mine. |
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| Flipped through this as research for work (hopefully I will be getting some aviation projects soon) and then started reading in earnest because I found out getting your pilot's license is actually CHEAPER than I thought, and how awesome would it be to be able to fly, like, anywhere? When I move back to Maryland, that would be so awesome, I could get to NYC in a snap! So for my birthday, please just buy me an hour of flight time. Kthanks! |
