Mousetrap and Other Plays by Agatha Christie.
Mousetrap and Other Plays by Agatha Christie.
In Digitized Remorse
Thanks to a dear @ .net I am reading Insomnia again.
only this time its my book!!
The answer is within
all matter is energy, all energy is GOD
A Wrinkle In Time. I found it at Wal Mart today for under 5 bucks. I read most of it sitting in the park today. For a short while, I was 9 again and head over heels for Calvin.
and now I am back to being bookless.
Last edited by Bethany; 06-03-2007 at 03:05 PM. Reason: I read too fast.
People love frozen yogurt. I don't know what to tell you.
I'm reading "Fistful of Rain" by Greg Rucka. It's good, it's really, really good.
Just started The Testament of Gregory Mack - I hope its as good as the blurb on the back cover!
Just finished The Road last night, one hell of a brilliant book....and now I am reading Dancing Wu Li Masters by Gary Zukav.
It's peanut butter jelly time!
**in response to Sarah listening to W&G**
Isn't it wonderful?
The kindness of close friends is like a warm blanket
About 2/3 through David McCullough's biography of John Adams - a truly insightful read.
People were a lot smarter 200 years ago than they are today!
Archie's Pals 'n Gals Double Digest
Truly gripping literature.
Maybe I can find some Vonnegut at the library today to supplement my slow-ass reading of Lisey's Story.
My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
That's the way I was with Great and Secret Show. Very slow start but I loved the hell out of it.
In Digitized Remorse
This may seem strange but even though Kevin Costner butchered the movie, The Postman is a great book.
The kindness of close friends is like a warm blanket
I liked the idea behind The Postman and was able to look past Mr Costner. I enjoyed the movie personally. I thought that Tom Petty had a great part in it heheh.
XIX
"See the TURTLE of enormous girth,
On his shell he holds the earth.
If you want to run and play,
Come along the BEAM today."
NFA JJG 42-95
The book itself is the idea realized. And the cool part about it is that it makes so much sense.
The kindness of close friends is like a warm blanket
I love that movie. I have never understood why people hate it so much.
There's one hole in every revolution, large or small. And it's one word long.. people. No matter how big the idea they all stand under, people are small and weak and cheap and frightened. It's people that kill every revolution.
I just started "HAUNTED" by Chuck Palahniuk. So far it has my attention, I hear he is a great writer.
I've been doing re-reads. The Gunslinger for the group re-read and Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince in anticipation of the new book.
There's one hole in every revolution, large or small. And it's one word long.. people. No matter how big the idea they all stand under, people are small and weak and cheap and frightened. It's people that kill every revolution.
Started Lisey's Story again finally.
Also picked up Slaughterhouse-Five and Timequake at the library. I'm re-reading the former and reading the latter for the first time.
My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
I just finished Another Bullshit Night in Suck City: A Memoir by Nick Flynn
and I loved it.
From Amazon:
Flynn's wayward father, a self-styled writer and ex-con, describes his life on Boston's streets as "another bullshit night in Suck City": he hangs out in ATM lobbies, stuffs his coat with newspaper and is often "still drunk from the night before." This biting memoir describes the years poet Flynn (Some Ether; Blind Huber) spent, in his late 20s, working at one of the city's homeless shelters, where his path crisscrossed with his down-and-out father's. In examining their troublesome relationship, Flynn admits to feeling lost, as he turned to alcohol and came close to being on the other side of the shelter admissions booth himself. Punchy language and short chapters make what could otherwise be excessively painful more palatable (e.g., "Fact: In 1839 Dostoyevsky witnessed a mob of peasants attacking his father.... they poured vodka down his throat until he died. Fact: I can watch my father pouring vodka down his own throat any day of the week. My role is to play the son, though I often feel like a mob of peasants"). Although it's depressing, the book never seems hopeless, because readers know the author has succeeded at doing what his father only pretended to do: write, and write well.
I lurk, therefore I am.
I just picked up the first book in Pullman's His Dark Materials series. I'm falling in love with the story, haven't been able to set it down.
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn't wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? - Franz Kafka
I have the Gunslinger (re-read) going and also just about done with Lisey's Story.
My chest hurts
The kindness of close friends is like a warm blanket