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Dear Rat Bastard Site That Ate My Last Post,

October 19, 2008

Here is my WiB.  If you try to eat this WiB, I will eat your eyes out with a fork.  I realize you do not have eyes, but someone over at WordPress must, and they should realize never, ever mess with a chick in insane amounts of pain from one of those “girly problems” that men don’t know exist.  I went to a mall today so I hate everything.  Except Zizi’s in Merchantville, NJ.  (Try the buffalo “chicken cheesesteak,” or as we call it here: fuffalo ficken feesefake.)

SO CHECK IT OUT, LIKE SEVEN HUNDRED MILLION YEARS AGO I READ WORLD WAR Z AND FORGOT TO TELL YOU ABOUT IT.  I mentioned previously (AND PREVIOUSLY AGAIN) that it was slow going for me, which is actually a testament to Brooks’s talent: I felt like I was reading a non-fiction book.  When you’ve sat down and read this book for a long time in the dark just before falling asleep, all the while praying you don’t have zombie nightmares, you say things to yourself like “Gosh, I remember this part of the zombie apocalypse.”  THAT’S HOW REALISTIC THIS BOOK IS.  Brooks also does an fantastic job with scaring me and writing in many different voices.  Also, being heartwarming.  Yes, in the zombie apocalypse there is room for heartwarming.  Of course there is.  Highly recommended book.  Glad someone suggested it to me, even though my inner teenager rages at the idea of reading a “popular” book (unless it’s Twilight).

Then I read Elizabeth Strout’s Amy and Isabelle.  I may need to put books with realistic teenagers off for another ten years or so.  The back cover compares Strout to Anne Tyler, which is pretty accurate, but also throw in some Alice Hoffman and you’ve got a clearer description–Hoffman’s signature “and then all the birds simultaneously gave birth to kittens” stuff shows up as well.  Amy & Isabelle is the story of a daughter and a mother who are trapped by the roles they’re playing, the people they think they are, compared to the people they really are.  And for those who are into that sort of thing, Amy has a thing for her teacher.  (Yes, I know people who would read the book for that alone.  I have weird friends.)  It’s a brilliant book–an Oprah book, I guess?  The website says otherwise, but I could’ve sworn it had an–oh, here it is: “Now an OPRAH WINFREY PRESENTS Movie on ABC.”  A brief look at the IMDB…REMINDS ME THAT RADIO FREE ALBEMUTH IS GOING TO BE A MOVIEEEE!!! I’d totally forgotten about that!  I LOVE that book!  You guys should totally read that book.  And also read Amy & Isabelle, especially if you’re a Tyler or Hoffman fan.

Now I’m thinking I should read more Oprah books.  I’m fairly certain the only one I didn’t finish was The Corrections, and that was because that dude said that there was porn in a Wawa.  Way to do your damn research, jackass.  You were going for the local reference (rather than saying 7-11, I suppose) BUT WAWAS DON’T CARRY PORN.  Jerk.

Oops, then I read Jack of Fables: The Bad Prince to cheer me up.  I did my thesis paper on fairy tale & comic book tropes in Fables, but I haven’t reread it since I wrote it.  Still too burned out.  But I’m happy to continue reading this awesome series.  I hope that the library will pick up The Good Prince soon, because I hate being behind.

I also read the first 100 Bullets trade because it had been recommended to me a couple years ago but I hadn’t seen it at the library until the other day.  I found the premise interesting but it was difficult for me to get into it because the urban setting is so completely different from everything I’ve ever known.  My assumption is that when I feel like I’m completely distanced from a work like this, the author’s “done it right.”  It seems like it’ll be episodic, with different people receiving the chance to get away with murder, but have the arc of finding out who is giving people this and why, so I’ll be likely to read the next one if it’s at the library, but I’m not sure I’ll go out of my way to find it.

Because it was there and because of the end of Minx, I picked up Janes in Love, the sequel to The Plain Janes by Cecil Castellucci.  Even my 11-year-old noticed that it didn’t have the edge that the first one did, but that didn’t stop it from being entertaining.  I could not remember at this point why I was wary of letting her read the first one–I guess because I wasn’t sure she could tell the difference between breaking the law and civil disobedience.

Finally (this is as far as I got last time, and I have to run out in like two minutes ago, so I’ll wrap it up here), I read Julie Kenner’s The Cat’s Fancy, which would be a fun little romance novel if I could just get past the fact that the main character is a cat who turns into a woman.  She’s a cat.  IT’S LIKE FURRY SEX PEOPLE, EXCEPT NOT.  I KNOW it isn’t, but that doesn’t stop me from being a creeped out.  Sorry, Ms. Kenner.  It’s my bad, I get that, not yours.

So that was part of my week in books.  Sorry I couldn’t give you more, but…yeah, I’m way late.  Eek!

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