Tally Monday- November 27, 2017

Checked Out

  1. I’d Tell You I Love You But Then I’d Have to Kill You by Ally Carter
  2. Gloriana By Kevin Huizenga

Bought

none!

read

  1. Rilla of Ingleside by L.M. Montgomery

Please excuse the entry. This one is going to be short and full of formatting issues. As of this morning, most of my hopes and dreams for the month have come to a screeching halt. First the realization that I just can’t fit in a longer work out on weekdays threw me off my fitness goals. (And, yeah, I know I can work out after the baby goes to bed or instead of watching tv or blah blah blah. You do the shit I do then lecture me. Lol). Then when I got to work the computers were down and mixed with my own very shotty computer at home, well, I’m just not going to be getting any writing done for a bit.

But that’s all okay! Really!

Look, I am focusing at present on going with the flow, seeing the up side of things, and trying to find happiness where I’m at right now and I know all of that sounds hippy dippy but I don’t care.  The past couple of months have been a fucking wasteland for me and I can’t tolerate it anymore. I have to DO something. But lucky, you! A lot of my plan revolves around doing more things I love and one of those things is reading! Woohoo!

i hope things pick up from here. And I hope you have the most satisfying week in books that you can imagine! See you for a normal post in a week.

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Tally Monday- November 20, 2017

Checked Out

  1. Are You My Mother by Alison Bechdel

Bought

  1. The Best American Short Stories 2017
  2. The Best American Essays 2017
  3. The Vampire’s Mail Order Bride by Kristen Painter

Read

  1. Anya’s Ghost by Vera Bosgol
  2. Rainbow Valley by L.M. Montgomery

Reading: Edith Wharton by Hermione Lee, Sleeping Beauties by Stephen and Owen King, Essays- Second Series by Ralph Waldo Emerson, Rilla of Ingleside by L.M. Montgomery, O What a Luxury by Garrison Keillor, and Are You My Mother? by Alison Bechdel

I read something last night that completely sums up my feelings about Christmas.  Emerson said, “If, at any time, it comes into my head, that a present is due from me to somebody, I am puzzled what to give, until the opportunity is gone.”  He goes on to write about how gifts should be from the heart: a painting from a painter, a poem from a poet, a hand stitched handkerchief from a girl.  That sums it up for me.  That I could only purchase the perfect book for each person I love for Christmas.  Alas, not all of them read and there are some like my mother who reads but thinks that owning books is a waste of space and money.  (This is probably why I own sooooooo many books.)

I started to feel a little overwhelmed by everything that I am reading this weekend.  I pick at them all but I got to feeling like I should just dedicate myself to one and finish the damn thing.  This was particularly aimed at Edith Wharton but part of my joy of reading non-fiction is how slowly I pick away at it.  10 pages/day is enough to set my brain running and stuff it full of information.  Still, I have those 1500 pages I’m carrying around with me.

But look at my reading!  I have a main fiction book, a non-fiction, an e-book, an audio, some poetry, and a graphic novel.  Width.  Be amazed by the width.

I have just under 9 hours left of Rilla of Ingleside and then I will be DONE with the Anne books and, honestly, I’m pretty fucking excited about that.  I’ve enjoyed them but I am ready for a little break for catching up on Podcasts again.  I am woefully behind, like a month behind on some of my weeklies.  I’ll enjoy catching up.  But I also did the thing.  You know, the thing.  I put a bunch of books on hold.  Angels and Demons by Dan Brown, Fall of Giants by Ken Follett, The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan.  All series that I have been wanting to dive into.  But also, not really what I need to be focusing on.  Perhaps I should cancel them all and start my next series like a good girl.  Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

One day last week I admitted to myself that I had gotten out of control again and returned all of my library books except the Keillor and the Lee.  I felt cleansed.  I need to cancel those holds.  I bet that would feel good too.  I mean, keep it simple, right?  And I’m already reading 6 books at once so I’ve thrown that shit out the window long ago.

Here’s to a booktastic week, you guys!  As for me, I am looking forward to making time for reading this week, as an act of rest and replenishment and utter, decadent selfishness.

Graphic Friday- Anya’s Ghost by Vera Brosgol

Anya has all of the angst.  She’s worried about her weight because kids used to pick on her.  She’s embarrassed about being an immigrant and doesn’t want to hang around the only other Russian kid in school.  She has one friend who she doesn’t think is particularly great friend.  She’s got a crush on Sean From the Basketball Team but he’s dating Elizabeth who is perfectly perfect.  Then she falls down a well.

Seriously.  While feeling very angsty indeed she stomps off into the nearby woods and falls into an old well.  She’s stuck there for two days with a skeleton and the skeleton’s ghost, a girl named Emily who is about Anya’s age.  When Anya is saved from the well, Emily’s pinky bone somehow ends up in her bag allowing Emily to follow her.

Having a ghost around isn’t so bad.  She can keep an eye out for teachers when you’re smoking.  She can find the answers to your test.  But Emily seems to have a real need to run Anya’s life and before long Anya realizes just how dangerous a ghost can be.

I really enjoyed this comic.  The first few pages felt a little rough but after that I didn’t even want to look up.  A must read, or at least right up my alley!

Tally Monday- November 13, 2017

Checked Out

  1. Rainbow Valley by L.M. Montgomery
  2. Rilla of Ingleside by L.M. Montgomery

Bought

None!  But I do have a couple in my cart…

Read

  1. Anne of Ingleside by L.M. Montgomery

Reading Edith Wharton by Hermione Lee, Essays, the Second Series by Ralph Waldo Emerson, Sleeping Beauties by Stephen and Owen King, Rainbow Valley by L.M. Montgomery, O, What a Luxury by Garrison Keillor

It looks like I have a madness for Montgomery and at present I kind of do.  It happens every time that I get close to finishing a series.  I can see the end and I pursue it relentlessly.  Though, this morning I could not bring myself to listen to Rainbow Valley.  I needed a little bit of a break so I listened to a local morning show that was like the exact opposite of an Anne book.  The exact opposite. Ha ha ha.

I finished Anne of Ingleside Saturday morning and I’m kind of surprised at how much I enjoyed it.  I expected it to be the worst Anne book because I had such a hard time tracking it down on audio.  I couldn’t get it through three different library services and had to use Audible.  But it was such a good book!  It was full of gossip and children being children and Anne being human.

I’ve come to the conclusion that the Anne books shouldn’t be read until you are older.  If I had attempted this series sooner, I think that I would have been bored out of my gourd.  But as an adult who loves classics and women writers and quiet stories, these are spot on.  All of the funny courtship bits and the small town stories are great.  Plus, I love hearing the funny things kids do and I can relate to middle aged Anne just as well as young Anne.  I feel like kids would miss a lot of great stuff because it’s just beyond them still.

I’ve checked out the last two books in the series and should have it done by the end of the month.  Then I’ll take another little break for Podcasts.

I’ve been feeling a real need to purchase books lately and last week I hopped onto Amazon and added The Best American Short Stories and The Best American Essays 2017 to my cart.  When I get paid on Wednesday I fully intend to purchase them.  I really like picking up these collections even though I haven’t been the best about short stories and essays lately.  I meant to keep to my reading plan but shit happened.  I guess it’s time to get back on it and catch up a bit.  Like a broken record. lol.

I’m chipping away at a lot right now.  This morning Hubby asked me why I’m lugging around two giant books and I looked at him innocently and said, “I’m reading both of these right now.”  It’s true that it’s a bit much.  The King and Lee books total over 1500 pages and I threw out my shoulder carrying them last week.  Oh well.  These are the pains of a book nerd.  I’ve just barely started the King but I am 270 pages into the Wharton biography, and 49% into the Emerson (which is great bedtime reading because it knocks me out).

Not feeling great today.  Hubby is sick and something is going around work.  I have told myself that I am taking it easy and taking it easy is a great way to read.  We’ll see if I actually do.

Graphic Friday: The Complete Phonogram by Kieron Gillen

Sometimes you meet a character, say, and that character strikes you as being a bit of an ass but you stick with it and before long you find yourself thinking that the character maybe isn’t too bad.  Then, by the end of the book you think he’s great and then he hits you with a reference to Hole’s “Beautiful Son” and you’re like, “Dammit.  I knew I liked you.”

And that kind of sums up a lot of my feelings about Phonogram.

I know that I missed a lot because my musical knowledge is lacking and rusty but I also got enough to be heavily entertained.  What do I know about Britpop?  Not a whole hell of a lot but that didn’t detract from my enjoyment, it just added some Googling in and I am all for learning stuff while I read.

Phonogram is a collection of comics built around phonomancers, who are basically music magicians.  And while this system of magic is never really explained or gone into in any depth, that’s absolutely fine.  We all know that music can be magic and it’s cool to see it actually portrayed that way.  What you end up with are some stories about how much music matters and how things change and, really, about moving on and growing up a bit.

Yes, I grew to love Phonogram as much as I grew to love David Kohl and extra kudos for the mentions of my favorite band.

Tally Monday- November 6, 2017

Checked Out

  1. O, What a Luxury by Garrison Keillor
  2. Anya’s Ghost by Vera Brosgol

Bought

None!

Read

  1. The Complete Phonogram by Kieron Gillen

Reading Edith WhartonAnne of InglesideSleeping Beauties by Stephen and Owen King

About the middle of last week, I decided that I was going to focus all of my energy on getting through The Complete Phonogram by Friday.  I have been carrying around that 500 page comic plus an 800 page biography and a Fear Street book for what seems like weeks.  And I was starting to think about how I need to shake up my reading life or at least get it somewhat back on track.

Because, honestly, I fell off that wagon again and I’m not necessarily reading what I want to read.

When the new King book came out, I asked my husband to grab it for me.  I was home sick and he was going to Walmart and I had meant to buy it on my way home from work that day.  When he got home, he handed it to me and informed me that my book cast more than everything else he bought combined and I felt a bit sheepish and even more so when I put it on the bottom of my library book stack.  It’s been a month now and I keep looking at it on the coffee table and feeling bad and also impatient to get to it.

So, today was the day.  I finished Phonogram this morning and it was good and the King is waiting in my car for me.

My main goal this week is not to drive myself nuts.  I am simply buried.  To do lists.  Books.  Podcasts.  TV shows.  Puzzle books.  Coloring.  I want to relax.  I want to remember that I don’t have to do it all, right now, and perfectly.  Instead I want to read my Stephen King and maybe actually get some extra sleep.  Maybe even buy myself some… Jimmy Johns.  This week I want to chill out and take care of myself, forgive myself and love myself.  I don’t think that’s being unreasonable. Do you?

At present, it looks like I won’t read 100 books this year and I probably won’t win NaNoWriMo either.  But, you know, I’m okay with those things.  I birthed a child this year, you guys, and I mother and librarian and wife and friend and kick ass in general on a constant basis.  Fuck it.