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First 50 Pages: Look, these're all good

Due to my subscription to Oyster, I have all new ways of starting books and not finishing them. EXCITING. But here's the deal on some books I have begun:

The Cuckoo's Calling, Robert Galbraith (hahaha we know who you are, Robert). I have avoided this book for so long! I don't know why I'm always so suspicious of J.K. Rowling's books that are not Harry Potter, because I have never (read: the one other time) started and then hated them. But I kept expecting not to like this. And then -- AND THEN -- I am liking it so much. Sooo much. I am slowly realizing I'm totally a fan of the mystery/thriller genre and I just always dismissed it as Not Literary Enough. Boo, Alice, boo. This has the unkempt private detective Cormoran Strike as a main character and WHO DOESN'T WANT TO READ ABOUT THAT GUY nobody that's who.


Adam, Ariel Schrag. I got a review copy of this and then they also put it on Oyster. Tumblr is PISSED about it, which probably means I need to just suck it up and read the whole thing so I can see whether Tumblr is doing that thing it occasionally does where it gets all social justice vigilante when it doesn't need to. So far I like it fine. It's about a teenage boy who realizes a girl thinks he's either a gay lady or a trans boy and he does not correct her because he is a teenage boy and WHATEVER IT TAKES amirite.


Their Eyes Were Watching God, Zora Neale Hurston. I'm basically furious that my high school didn't have us read this, but there's kissing in it and everything, so that's probably why. This is one of those books that's objectively good, like To Kill a Mockingbird. You can't reeeeally look at it critically, because who are you! Who are you to be criticizing Their Eyes Were Watching God! Yeah, so. This is pretty ok.


Discours sur l’origine et les fondements de l’inégalité parmi les hommes, Rousseau. Ahahahahahahaha yeah I'm THAT guy. Fuckin' readin' Rousseau in French. And you know what? It is SURPRISINGLY NOT THAT EASY. But I will get through it and my knowledge of the passé simple will be strengthened, meaning everybody wins. So far: Rousseau has sucked up to Geneva a whole lot in a pages-long dedication, and the preface is like "Man, we gotta figure ourselves out for. reals." Also check out how super-handsome Rousseau was:




I'm also VERY SLOWLY getting through The Lives of the Great Composers, meaning I've read about Monteverdi and Bach and am now on Handel, which is only early 18th century and I have to get up to the 1980s. So. Few more people to go.

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