I finished reading Special Topics In Calamity Physics today. I loved the book! It was a very long-winded one, I must say, but brilliant.
Marisha Pessl, you are awesome, and fucking bright!
To anyone who has a few days to spare and nothing important to do, you can either borrow this book off me or get it cheap at the Big Bookstore. It's GOOD. Keeps you thinking. And you learn a LOT.
(Fortunately, I read Simon Cox's A to Z of Ancient Egypt, The Tempest, Heart of Darkness, and Things Fall Apart before reading this book. She makes references like a hungry cow chewing cud!)
The book did get me thinking.
Life as it is, relatively boring. I've never had random make-outs, or planned to disappear suddenly and take on an alias somewhere else, marry, and then disappear again. I've never met my own Andreo Verduga, showing up hot, but bloody on my doorstep. My dad never woke me up in the morning shouting a new word for me to learn (in fact this morning he walked in saying 'Nasi Lemak Time' like once every other week).
What's life without some thrill?
My father never dated June Bugs, my mum didn't commit suicide because her husband was cheating on her, noone ever said kissing me was like kissing TUNA, or sardines. My arms are not too white and skinny, I have siblings, and a darling to really love and talk to, and my teachers don't walk into my house destroying my dead mum's butterfly collection because my dad dumped them.
Maybe life ISN'T too bad without fictional action after all.
God, I need to stop being so fickle!
Just called McDonald's to change my order, or add to it, rather.
There IS one thing I can't change my mind about though,
how so very hot and tingly YOU make me feel. (:
To anyone who has a few days to spare and nothing important to do, you can either borrow this book off me or get it cheap at the Big Bookstore. It's GOOD. Keeps you thinking. And you learn a LOT.
(Fortunately, I read Simon Cox's A to Z of Ancient Egypt, The Tempest, Heart of Darkness, and Things Fall Apart before reading this book. She makes references like a hungry cow chewing cud!)
The book did get me thinking.
Life as it is, relatively boring. I've never had random make-outs, or planned to disappear suddenly and take on an alias somewhere else, marry, and then disappear again. I've never met my own Andreo Verduga, showing up hot, but bloody on my doorstep. My dad never woke me up in the morning shouting a new word for me to learn (in fact this morning he walked in saying 'Nasi Lemak Time' like once every other week).
What's life without some thrill?
My father never dated June Bugs, my mum didn't commit suicide because her husband was cheating on her, noone ever said kissing me was like kissing TUNA, or sardines. My arms are not too white and skinny, I have siblings, and a darling to really love and talk to, and my teachers don't walk into my house destroying my dead mum's butterfly collection because my dad dumped them.
Maybe life ISN'T too bad without fictional action after all.
God, I need to stop being so fickle!
Just called McDonald's to change my order, or add to it, rather.
There IS one thing I can't change my mind about though,
how so very hot and tingly YOU make me feel. (:
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