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#46 - 50: Three updates in 24 hours aw yeah
Friday, 25 May 2012 20:31So the thing is, sometimes I read books. Sometimes I put off reviewing them until when I finally do, it looks as if I've read five books in the space of 24 hours omg! And sometimes I review books I've read so long ago I completely forget the critical opinion I formed of it aeons ago, and anyway I can't form a new one, because I have like loads of books to review. Anyway this entry is... not so much with the intelligence, let me just say. I concede, I concede. And yet I regret nothing.
Women, Culture, & Politics, by Angela Y Davis
( 'Behold the heart and mind of Angela Davis: open, relentless, and on time! She is as radiant, she is as true, as that invincible sunrise she means, means, means to advance with all of the faith and all of the grace of her entirely devoted life' - June Jordan - just as no one did radicalism like radicals in the 70s & 80s, no one did rhetoric like second-wave feminism. )
The Road, by Cormac McCarthy.
Man, nothing makes you feel like a sociopath reviewing The Road a month after you've read it. I liked it! It was good! The writing was gorgeous! It was pretty gutting at the time! Now I am just like, I can't quote any passages because that would entail looking at the book again and I can't do that because I don't have any time to start feeling things again
O: The Intimate History of the Orgasm, by Jonathan Margolis.
Pretty good reading over several weeks. ( Read more... )
The Namesake, by Jhumpa Lahiri.
AWESOME. I enjoyed myself reading this so much that I didn't even remember to flag any pages - you'll just have to take my word for it. I remember reading and enjoying her short story collection The Interpreter of Maladies with varying levels of enjoyment (though her technical accomplishment was evident throughout), but this novel was just wonderful.
( tiny quote from the beginning that sums up why i love this so much )
Agatha Raisin and the Quiche of Death, by M.C. Beaton.
This book could have been SO GOOD, and at first it did seem like the best kind of pastiche of detective novels - set in a small village! Except the detective-protagonist comes from the city! A murder! Except the circumstances of the death are mundane and village-y! A protagonist! Except unlikeable! A PR background! But it wasn't the best put-together thing, and the tone sometimes swung from light and ridiculous to taking itself weirdly-seriously, so that was kind of strange. I wish it had been written better though, because THIS BOOK IS ENTITLED AGATHA RAISIN AND THE QUICHE OF DEATH.
Also, tonight is CARIBBEAN BOOGIE NIGHT. And tomorrow I am SWIMMING IN THE RIVER. \o/
Women, Culture, & Politics, by Angela Y Davis
( 'Behold the heart and mind of Angela Davis: open, relentless, and on time! She is as radiant, she is as true, as that invincible sunrise she means, means, means to advance with all of the faith and all of the grace of her entirely devoted life' - June Jordan - just as no one did radicalism like radicals in the 70s & 80s, no one did rhetoric like second-wave feminism. )
The Road, by Cormac McCarthy.
Man, nothing makes you feel like a sociopath reviewing The Road a month after you've read it. I liked it! It was good! The writing was gorgeous! It was pretty gutting at the time! Now I am just like, I can't quote any passages because that would entail looking at the book again and I can't do that because I don't have any time to start feeling things again
O: The Intimate History of the Orgasm, by Jonathan Margolis.
Pretty good reading over several weeks. ( Read more... )
The Namesake, by Jhumpa Lahiri.
AWESOME. I enjoyed myself reading this so much that I didn't even remember to flag any pages - you'll just have to take my word for it. I remember reading and enjoying her short story collection The Interpreter of Maladies with varying levels of enjoyment (though her technical accomplishment was evident throughout), but this novel was just wonderful.
( tiny quote from the beginning that sums up why i love this so much )
Agatha Raisin and the Quiche of Death, by M.C. Beaton.
This book could have been SO GOOD, and at first it did seem like the best kind of pastiche of detective novels - set in a small village! Except the detective-protagonist comes from the city! A murder! Except the circumstances of the death are mundane and village-y! A protagonist! Except unlikeable! A PR background! But it wasn't the best put-together thing, and the tone sometimes swung from light and ridiculous to taking itself weirdly-seriously, so that was kind of strange. I wish it had been written better though, because THIS BOOK IS ENTITLED AGATHA RAISIN AND THE QUICHE OF DEATH.
Also, tonight is CARIBBEAN BOOGIE NIGHT. And tomorrow I am SWIMMING IN THE RIVER. \o/