Skip to main content

Floridian Reading Time

I have not been lazy about updating this. Rather I have been in Florida, absorbing vitamin D, which will hopefully help my hypochondriacal self to believe all my hair is not, in fact, falling out.

 I optimistically brought a stack of books with me, despite knowing that I was going in order to visit my best friend who, in all likelihood, would rather drink than sit down and do some side-by-side reading. She plays in an orchestra down there, and so I had some time on my own while she did some concerts, and that was my main reading time.

The main reading focus was Aquamarine, by Carol Anshaw. I had never heard of this book, and how it came into my possession was thusly: my church, which is the best church of ever, has a large GLBT population since it falls under the "More Light" category (translation: we're way into gays). There are two older women in the congregation named Gail and Gerri who I like to refer to as our flagship lesbian couple. They've been together since the '90s and you can't really think about one without the other.


Anyway, so our pastor is leaving. I'm an elder (yes, I'm 25) and so I had to attend a three hour Tuesday night meeting the other week which was an information session on the steps we take to get a new pastor (my church is Presbyterian, and we like meetings). We finished around 10 p.m. and so Gail and Gerri were nice enough to give me a ride home. The first topic that came to my mind in the car was the lesbian lit I'd been reading, so we talked about that, they dropped me off, and I forgot about it. Until the next Sunday when Gail came up to me with a large paper bag and said, in a slightly conspiratorial tone, "These are concerning what we talked about."

 The bag contained four or five lesbian novels, most of them seemingly dated, but I'm kind of a fan of dated lesbian novels. Or at least I enjoyed An Emergence of Green, which is really, really '80s.

 So that's how, despite my mountains of unread books, I spent most of my Florida vacation reading time immersed in a book about an Olympic lady swimmer and the three paths her life could have taken. It was really good, or at least really interesting. She ends up with a lady in only one of them, but I would argue that that one has the happiest ending. When someone lends you a large number of books, solicited or otherwise, you have to read at least one fairly quickly. I don't know if that rule's written down somewhere, but I do have a gut feeling that not to would be rude.

 Now I'm back and working on Water for Elephants before the movie comes out, even though time and experience have taught me that to read the book right before you see the movie almost guarantees you will hate the movie. What adds to this possibility is that I, despite my own inclinations, really like this book. They sell it at TARGET and I really like it. How embarrassing. I'm going to have to read some kind of 'I'm not like all of you, masses!' book after this, like...like something by Trollope or maybe I'll finally finish Notre Dame de Paris, which I keep telling myself will happen someday.

 I have a fun reading adventure planned, the main point of which will be to prove to myself how stupid I am regarding Complex Ideas Thought of By Very Very Smart People.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Harry Potter 2013 Readalong Signup Post of Amazingness and Jollity

Okay, people. Here it is. Where you sign up to read the entire Harry Potter series (or to reminisce fondly), starting January 2013, assuming we all survive the Mayan apocalypse. I don't think I'm even going to get to Tina and Bette's reunion on The L Word until after Christmas, so here's hopin'.


You guys know how this works. Sign up if you want to. If you're new to the blog, know that we are mostly not going to take this seriously. And when we do take it seriously, it's going to be all Monty Python quotes when we disagree on something like the other person's opinion on Draco Malfoy. So be prepared for your parents being likened to hamsters.

If you want to write lengthy, heartfelt essays, that is SWELL. But this is maybe not the readalong for you. It's gonna be more posts with this sort of thing:


We're starting Sorceror's/Philosopher's Stone January 4th. Posts will be on Fridays. The first post will be some sort of hilarious/awesome que…

How to Build a Girl Introductory Post, which is full of wonderful things you probably want to read

Acclaimed (in England mostly) lady Caitlin Moran has a novel coming out. A NOVEL. Where before she has primarily stuck to essays. Curious as we obviously were about this, I and a group of bloggers are having a READALONG of said novel, probably rife with spoilers (maybe they don't really matter for this book, though, so you should totally still read my posts). This is all hosted/cared for/lovingly nursed to health by Emily at As the Crowe Flies (and Reads) because she has a lovely fancy job at an actual bookshop (Odyssey Books, where you can in fact pre-order this book and then feel delightful about yourself for helping an independent store). Emily and I have negotiated the wonders of Sri Lankan cuisine and wandered the Javits Center together. Would that I could drink with her more often than I have.


INTRODUCTION-wise (I might've tipped back a little something this evening, thus the constant asides), I am Alice. I enjoy the Pleistocene era of megafauna and drinking Shirley Templ…

A synonym for 'Neanderthal' is 'boorish,' which just isn't very nice

So this article came out, which isn't really groundbreaking at all, but it happens to have been published the day after I watched part of the NOVA special "Becoming Human," so it's been on my brain anyway.

I was checking out a book a while ago called Cro-Magnon: How the Ice Age Gave Birth to the First Modern Humans, and it was all "Oh dude, our ancestors probably didn't even LOOK at Neanderthals. No way. 'Cause they would've been like, RIDICULOUSLY ugly."

This book was published in 2010. And what came out this year? DNA Shows Humans Found Non-Humans Irresistible

That's right. Your lady ancestor, at some point, sidled up to a Neanderthal gentleman and said "Hey. How's it goin'?


Because all non-Africans ('cause the Africans stayed put instead of traipsing around becoming the Don Juans of prehistoric Europe) have 1-4% Neanderthal DNA. So the above scenario DEFINITELY happened. Which is disheartening NOT because of my huge Neanderth…