I'll Pick You Up, Darling

Yesterday, I finished the book The Wise Man's Fear by Patrick Rothfuss.  I was just as spectacularly written as the first. I couldn't put either of them down. Enthralling.

Which is good and bad.

The good part is that Mr. Rothfuss has written a truly entertaining book. The bad part is I'm left to figure out what to read next. I'm tempted to reread a fantasy series I read a few years ago even though I know I have books on my shelves I haven't read yet. I think I'm just in a well-written-fiction kind of mood. I want to read books that use the phrase "supple leather" rampantly in reference to boots. I want to read about a world where archery is pretty normal. Which means rereading.

I'll tell you why it means rereading. I have a voluptuous collection of books. More than anyone I regularly speak to. There is quite a variety of styles I enjoy. Memoirs. Fantasy. Mystery. Trashy. I'm in a mood for fantasy but lack a person to make me a recommendation. So I'm left to either peruse a bookstore and hope I come out with something worthwhile, trust a stranger's opinion, reread or take a break from reading until my mood for fantasy passes and I can read something else. Russell Brand's memoirs are sitting on my shelf collecting dust.

It could be that Kvothe has ruined me for all other men.

Too Tired to Wink

These are all the books I read in 2010 in reverse order:

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Blood Rites by Jim Butcher
Death Masks by Jim Butcher
Summer Knight by Jim Butcher
Grave Peril by Jim Butcher
Fool Moon by Jim Butcher
Storm Front by Jim Butcher
Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman
Are You There, Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea by Chelsea Handler
Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins
Lord Sunday by Garth Nix
Nightlight by The Harvard Lampoon
Overqualified by Joey Comeau
Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer
Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer
Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins
The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
Bloodhound by Tamora Pierce
Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman
The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss
Blood Ninja by Nick Lake

If It's Not Rough, It Isn't Fun

I have a pretty slow job so I spend a lot of time distracting myself. Today I read 256 pages of Textsfromlastnight.com. I read an entire book yesterday and I wasn't prepared with another. No time for a book run.

Did you know that there are ipod vibrators? I thought TFLN just ran run-of-the-mill American Apparel ads. It's not that my world was rocked, but my mind was blown. I didn't know we were living in this world.

I have an 11 hour shift today. There is only so much cleaning I can do to distract myself. I've had 3 customers today.

I'm losing it. Fast.

Send good books.

Help.

Brighter Than Sunshine

Yeah, I read 2 books in 2 days. What of it?

Cause I Saved a Few and I Keep Them in a Jar

I always thought that when I fell in love it would be with one person forever. Yeah, for today's standards, that seems pretty naive. I am, however, the kind of person that makes a decision and sticks with it. So, when I fell in love the first time I was sure that he would be my first, and only, love.

I didn't happen that way.

I could go on for days about what happened and how I feel about it, but today is just like every other day and I don't feel like thinking about it. As of right now, I have a boyfriend. I love him very much. He's another subject I could go on and on about, but I'll spare the internet the details.

He and I have a lot in common. Sense of humor. Brains. Movies. Goals. He makes me happier than I thought I would ever be. We don't have everything in common, though. I think if we did we would get bored of each other pretty quickly. I think one pretty shocking thing is that I love to read and he would rather not.

That's the only part of my old relationship I really miss. Few of my friends can appreciate the smell of a new book, or finding something truly intriguing at the bookstore. Every time I find a new book that I love, I never know who to share it with. That's the whole point of books in general. Sharing.

There have been a few solid attempts at a book swap, but everyone gets so busy that it's hard to make time for appreciating a book as it should be appreciated. The books just sit there. I'll admit that I still have a few piled up from Christmas, but I have been slowly but surely making my way through them.

I guess this has just been on my mind. I need someone to share books with.

Whatever it is, Spit it Into a Bottle and Sell it to Me.

cantelope - molly
apple - megan
boob - dee
bear - mike g
book - jen
hamster - kevin
fish - david
cat - mike d
book - ashley
dog - ally
Sean - dan
Dan - sean
computer - Mrs. Lach
Jesus - matthew
cat - tom
cat - nate
gun - ben
marshmellow - alexa

so i was bored in free period so i decided to ask people to name a noun and this is what these clever folks came up with.

I Hope You're Out There, Look at Me Now.

So lately I've noticed that most things I need fall more and more into my responsiblity instead of that of my parents. I'm going to go with that's a good thing. To me, it seems like they now think of me as an adult. An adult who they trust, warily.

Or I figured out I can't always depend on them for everything I need. For example, I needed textbooks. Sure my mom got me some of them, others she didn't get. I'm not even sure why she got some and not others, trust me, cost wasn't the issue there. So this semester when I needed a new book, I went out and bought it without even thinking to mention it to her. I didn't even realize I should until I already placed the order.

Sometimes it bothers me because I feel like I shouldn't have to get things like that on my own. Other times I feel like it is my job to ensure I have things like that. People trust me with their kids, so I guess I'm not much of a kid anymore as it is. Transitions are wierd feeling.