Boooooooooooooks! What to read?
I went out today with my $100 Dymocks gift card and only bought one book. I don’t know what to buy. Does anyone have any ideas as to what I could read? What’s your favourite book? Or what is a good book, nonfiction or fiction, which has come out recently?
Well, are you?
Are you going to spend your life reading no more than what was prescribed on your school reading list? Are you not going to expose yourself to cultures other than the dominant, are you going to continue watching/listening to their cultural output and nothing more? Are you going to be passive in general? Are you going to refuse to be an active part of the creation of the world?
So my plan to read six books this holidays was a complete failure. I read so much more when I’m procrastinating…Once uni starts I’ll finish three books in a week or something crazy like that.
I read so many short, easy things. I read the label on the shampoo bottle, I read e-mail, I read the headings of all the top Google news stories, I read magazines. And this gives me lots of practice for all my short, easy thoughts: Turn left at the light. Bring a sweater. Add salt. There’s nothing wrong with thoughts like these; the world would collapse without them. But I also have longer, harder thoughts, ones that I circle slowly, over months, years, my whole life probably. I return again and again to the same irresolvable questions as I attempt to share my life with another person, to be a good daughter, to be an artist. These slow thoughts often catch me unawares, while turning left or adding salt. I am startled, almost insulted to be reminded of my own depths: This is unnecessary! I’m doing fine! I remembered to bring a sweater! Books hold a place inside of me for the long thoughts. And they also taught me how to think like that in the first place. Their slow cadence, the commitment and silence they require, the way they endure over generations—these are not easy qualities to locate in the world, or in myself. And the best part is, unlike most roads to the unknown, books aren’t conjured by prayer or devotion: They’re real, they’re cheap, and they make a sound when you drop them.
There are so many events going on so make sure you check it out.
➜ Qld Literary Awards to go ahead, organisers say
“Organisers of the Queensland Literary Awards are confident it will go ahead without State Government support.”
It’s true that writers don’t do it for the money and the recognition the awards bring is valuable. However, in the past the prize money has made a world of difference to the winning writers, as Kate Middleton argues in this article. She also points out that a healthy literary culture is vital part of any thinking culture.
You may or may not know (they’re the only two options!) but I’m an avid reader. It hasn’t always been this way however. Before 2007 (I was 15 then) I had only read about ten books of some length, and pretty much all of them were for school. In 2007 I changed. After reading Eragon and His Dark Materials series near the start of the year, and reading the Harry Potter series and the first book of The Wheel of Time series later in the year I was hooked.
10, 000 Years of Art in your pants
Mockingjay in your pants.
I’ll admit, not as satisfying as Catching Fire in your pants, but hey.
The Return of Sherlock Holmes in your pants.
American Gods in your pants
Warbreaker in your pants
Zoo City in your pants
Trainspotting in your pants.
Good Omens in your pants.
Eternity Code in your pants. Ooh.
Life, the Universe, and Everything in your pants.
That’s it, everybody go home, I won. :P
Neverwhere in your pants. …i…what…what does that even mean?
Invisible Monsters in your pants.
Conclusion: You have an asymptomatic STD.
mint-t, you probably won’t see this but I am reading Catching Fire. So catching fire in your pants! Last time I saw this it was The Unbearable Lightness of Being in your pants.
I love you Maureen Johnson!
Speaking of cycling and things no one really cares about, today I rode a good 16km in blistering heat. I went to a nice park, ate my prepared lunch, and did some reading. It didn’t stop me from feeling like I’m breaking inside but it was good to get out of the house.