I am having a bad day.
I am also a close reader.
The two are not independent of each other.
When I read I can only read. I cannot read and listen to music, or dance, or plan my afternoon idly. I have to read and only read. I read and chew every single word on the page, I eat it up. Pronouns, structure, form, sentences decisions strange leaps, all of it I devour with an intensity that borders on the insane. I hate being interrupted when I am reading. I hate it when life gets in the way of my reading.
Currently I am reading a book that I don't want to put down. But I keep having to put it down, and it is starting to affect my mood in a negative way.
So much so that when somebody asked me if I was looking forward to working--and this is a co-worker--I told him, "IF I WAS PHYSICALLY CAPABLE OF THROWING MYSELF DOWN A SET OF STAIRS AND BREAKING ONLY MY ARM, I WOULD DO IT TO ENSURE THAT I WOULD NOT HAVE TO GO TO WORK!"
That's fucking crazy, right? I mean I think the actual normal response is either, no not really, or yeah sure. But to say I would throw myself down stairs to avoid it--with the next leap being that I would be able to read--sounds a little haywire in the brain.
Anyway, I am rereading Love in the Time of Cholera to get fired up for this summer book thread in the Lit Club group and I am so totally in love with Gabito that I am numb.
My favorite thing that he does is what I am calling a hand-off. He takes you, seamlessly, through the lives of three people and you never have to stop and question what is going on. The form of the story is so wonderfully interwoven that you can't help but notice how dependent the characters are on each other. I just love it, I love him, I am in Romantic Love with his writing. There I said it. Whew!
Another strange experience that I had today was that I ran into a young lady that made me shaky--now this could be the book talking, that seems like something that Florentino Ariza would say--but it doesn't change the fact that my heart fluttered, my hands shook, and I had to force myself to not stare at her. Scary when things hit you that hard.
What I am reading: See yesterday's list
What I am listening to: Los Compesinos!, Hold On Now Youngster.
I am also a close reader.
The two are not independent of each other.
When I read I can only read. I cannot read and listen to music, or dance, or plan my afternoon idly. I have to read and only read. I read and chew every single word on the page, I eat it up. Pronouns, structure, form, sentences decisions strange leaps, all of it I devour with an intensity that borders on the insane. I hate being interrupted when I am reading. I hate it when life gets in the way of my reading.
Currently I am reading a book that I don't want to put down. But I keep having to put it down, and it is starting to affect my mood in a negative way.
So much so that when somebody asked me if I was looking forward to working--and this is a co-worker--I told him, "IF I WAS PHYSICALLY CAPABLE OF THROWING MYSELF DOWN A SET OF STAIRS AND BREAKING ONLY MY ARM, I WOULD DO IT TO ENSURE THAT I WOULD NOT HAVE TO GO TO WORK!"
That's fucking crazy, right? I mean I think the actual normal response is either, no not really, or yeah sure. But to say I would throw myself down stairs to avoid it--with the next leap being that I would be able to read--sounds a little haywire in the brain.
Anyway, I am rereading Love in the Time of Cholera to get fired up for this summer book thread in the Lit Club group and I am so totally in love with Gabito that I am numb.
My favorite thing that he does is what I am calling a hand-off. He takes you, seamlessly, through the lives of three people and you never have to stop and question what is going on. The form of the story is so wonderfully interwoven that you can't help but notice how dependent the characters are on each other. I just love it, I love him, I am in Romantic Love with his writing. There I said it. Whew!
Another strange experience that I had today was that I ran into a young lady that made me shaky--now this could be the book talking, that seems like something that Florentino Ariza would say--but it doesn't change the fact that my heart fluttered, my hands shook, and I had to force myself to not stare at her. Scary when things hit you that hard.
What I am reading: See yesterday's list
What I am listening to: Los Compesinos!, Hold On Now Youngster.
who wanted to leave? you or the other person?