November was less of a slouchy month than might be assumed. Actually, one would probably assume it would NOT be a slouchy month, as the end of the year approaches on swift wings, and everyone's suddenly realizing that if they want to meet their reading goals for the year, they have to get off their asses and stop watching old episodes of Futurama while eating Hob Nobs. Yes, I'm looking at all of you. As I have of course been nothing but productive.
I finished four books in November, which admittedly isn't stellar, but I WORKED ON twelve books. Which should somehow count. Yes.
Hyperbole and a Half, Allie Brosh. I pre-ordered this back in March. And if you want a print version of Allie's blog (I did), then THIS IS THE BOOK FOR YOU. My main complaint is she changed some of the panels to make them 'better,' when what really happened is they became 'worse.' So. Maybe work on that for next time, Brosh. (or rather, don't work on it is probably the actual point)
The Passionate Mistakes and Intricate Corruption of One Girl in America, Michelle Tea. REMEMBER WHEN I SAID YOU SHOULD ALL BE READING MICHELLE TEA? So this is her first book, and it shoooows, but it was still good. Kind of like when you read Northanger Abbey and you're like "Awww, Austen, you were a babyyyyyyy," but it's still got Henry Tilney and a clever skewering of Gothic novels. I love Michelle Tea. If I ever meet her, I will be sycophantic as shit.
Tell the Wolves I'm Home, Carol Rifka Brunt. Yes yes, stunning work of prose about the human experience, blah blah read it, etc.
Columbine, Dave Cullen. AGGHHH I cannot make jokes about this for obvious reasons. I should do an actual post on it. I will do this. Yes.
Thanksgiving was filled with fun and frivolity and me buying an awesome skirt THAT I WORE THE WRONG SHOES WITH TODAY. Do you know how FRUSTRATING it is to know that the stilettos you left at home would be PERFECT with your outfit, and the heeled boots you painstakingly walked over a mile to work in just don't quite cut it? WHY SHOES WHY DID I LEAVE YOU AT HOME.
My little brother had texted me the day before Thanksgiving saying he was watching Wayne's World "for the first time," which is b.s. because watching that movie from a young age is sacrosanct in my family and we made him do it when he was probably five but I GUESS IT WASN'T IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO HIM TO STAY IN HIS BRAIN, but fortunately we also watched it the day after Thanksgiving and he is well on his way to being able to quote it. My brothers and I talk to each other in movie quotes because real feelings are gross, so the ability to quote early '90s comedies is one my younger brother must learn.
December goals are thus far finishing Why Classical Music Still Matters, The Great Emergence, One Summer: America, 1927, City of Dark Magic (ON THE FENCE ABOUT THIS ONE), and Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center. So this month's gonna be a never-ending joyride.
I've totally been on board with 2013 so far, so let's go, self. And try to finish that Flapper book, damnit. You don't know enough about the 1920s.
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I finished four books in November, which admittedly isn't stellar, but I WORKED ON twelve books. Which should somehow count. Yes.
Hyperbole and a Half, Allie Brosh. I pre-ordered this back in March. And if you want a print version of Allie's blog (I did), then THIS IS THE BOOK FOR YOU. My main complaint is she changed some of the panels to make them 'better,' when what really happened is they became 'worse.' So. Maybe work on that for next time, Brosh. (or rather, don't work on it is probably the actual point)
The Passionate Mistakes and Intricate Corruption of One Girl in America, Michelle Tea. REMEMBER WHEN I SAID YOU SHOULD ALL BE READING MICHELLE TEA? So this is her first book, and it shoooows, but it was still good. Kind of like when you read Northanger Abbey and you're like "Awww, Austen, you were a babyyyyyyy," but it's still got Henry Tilney and a clever skewering of Gothic novels. I love Michelle Tea. If I ever meet her, I will be sycophantic as shit.
Tell the Wolves I'm Home, Carol Rifka Brunt. Yes yes, stunning work of prose about the human experience, blah blah read it, etc.
Columbine, Dave Cullen. AGGHHH I cannot make jokes about this for obvious reasons. I should do an actual post on it. I will do this. Yes.
Thanksgiving was filled with fun and frivolity and me buying an awesome skirt THAT I WORE THE WRONG SHOES WITH TODAY. Do you know how FRUSTRATING it is to know that the stilettos you left at home would be PERFECT with your outfit, and the heeled boots you painstakingly walked over a mile to work in just don't quite cut it? WHY SHOES WHY DID I LEAVE YOU AT HOME.
My little brother had texted me the day before Thanksgiving saying he was watching Wayne's World "for the first time," which is b.s. because watching that movie from a young age is sacrosanct in my family and we made him do it when he was probably five but I GUESS IT WASN'T IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO HIM TO STAY IN HIS BRAIN, but fortunately we also watched it the day after Thanksgiving and he is well on his way to being able to quote it. My brothers and I talk to each other in movie quotes because real feelings are gross, so the ability to quote early '90s comedies is one my younger brother must learn.
December goals are thus far finishing Why Classical Music Still Matters, The Great Emergence, One Summer: America, 1927, City of Dark Magic (ON THE FENCE ABOUT THIS ONE), and Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center. So this month's gonna be a never-ending joyride.
I've totally been on board with 2013 so far, so let's go, self. And try to finish that Flapper book, damnit. You don't know enough about the 1920s.
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