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what are you reading this week?

WINTERGIRLS was amazing. I did not want to finish reading it. Reading Laurie Halse Anderson's words is like sitting in the most beautiful pocket of a poetry reading or listening to some breathtakingly sad song.

But, I finished reading it. Then I moved on to Karyn Bosnak's 20 TIMES A LADY. It paled in comparison, but I don't know if it's Bosnak's fault or not. I just don't know what I could have read after WINTERGIRL'S that would have stood a chance.

Now, I'm in the middle of Nick Hornby's A LONG WAY DOWN. There are four first person main characters, and each character's sections (there aren't really chapters) are titled with his or her name. It's about a group of people who meet on a roof top on New Years Eve: they are all up on the roof with the intention of jumping off. They have little more in common than their suicidal states of mind, but form an odd friendship... it's interesting and engaging. I'm going to sit outside and read it now. Peaceoutspice.

2010 book total: 31 books

Library Late Fees: $5.25

Comments

Too many good books; so little time.

But I suppose that's better than too few good books; so much time.
Tina Lynn said…
I haven't read much since my stint two weeks ago where I consumed like five books in five days. It was madness, I tell you! Madness!
Ashley Stone said…
I just started re-reading "Eclipse." ..... for the third time. haha... gotta read it again before the movie comes out next month. Nerd alert!
carissa said…
I really like "long way down". Finish it and let me know what you think. I just satrted some witch boko that im too lazy to go downstairs and see what it is, but I LOVE IT! so ill tell you tomorrow~ Dane.. something...
Zauzeti said…
interesting blog:)
Unknown said…
My goodness there are so many books to read this year!! Actually every year and I love it!!!

I am actually going to be picking up Eat, Pray, Love this friday and immediately start reading it! I hear it's fantastic and me and a girlfriend are going to read it together!

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