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Soooo it’s been just over a month since I’ve posted! I am so sorry blog! I thought I finally had this whole blogging-almost-regularly thing down and then instead of blogging I moved into an apartment and I went to a Medieval Festival (it was lame) and I had friends over for weekends and I went to book signings (just one) and I did laundry a couple times in a real laundromat and I watched a few seasons of Doctor Who and I had super slow internet so I didn’t want to blog but really I had the time, just not the motivation and I am so sorry blog and all of my two readers.

I am behind sixteen books and only three of them are for grown-ups, sorry. Part of this is Alison‘s fault because she makes me read books when she’s read them and she doesn’t believe in grown-up books, either. I have no choice in the matter, she just sends them and I have to read them.

So anyway, now that I’m making my comeback to the internet (and by internet I mean blogging; I’ve been on the internet the whole time) you can expect more regular updating and to read about more YA books you don’t really care about because ugh YA, amirite? But also I’ll talk about some popular adult fiction like The Help and One Day. (One was good and the other was not! Guess which was which!)

Also, in case you were curious and because I’ve been talking about fun things I’ve done that aren’t blogging, nothing is more exciting when you are from Ohio and slightly drunk than Times Square at night. (I tried to upload a picture here but WordPress is being a jerk, sry.)


Until next time, blog!



Sorry blog.

The internet is being a turd and I am not patient enough to write a real blog from my phone, so I’m not sure when you’ll hear from me again, but hopefully soon!

Oh, blog. I’m sorry.


I know I should pay more attention to you. I know you sit here, lonely, day after day with no one talking to you. The thing is, life is really busy, and I’m not very good at making you a priority. But I want to make it up to you, blog, and so I’m going to attempt to post every day. No, really. I know this isn’t a tumblr, but sometimes I’m going to have tumblr-esque short posts. Like this one.

I’m sorry, blog. I hope I can be good to you.



P.S. This is where I’ve been when I’m ignoring you, blog.

Worst Blogger: Life Updates

Well, I’m officially the worst blogger. I shouldn’t be surprised. The number of blogs and diaries I’ve started and just not kept up with is ridiculous. I have notebooks scattered through desk and dresser drawers, and the internet knows me by so many different attempts. Right now I’ll say but this time will be different, and maybe it will be, but in the past it never was. It isn’t a lack of ideas. I have loads of ideas I want to post about. (Here are some: my vegetarianism [pesceterianism, technically] and JSF’s Eating Animals, all the YA novels I’ve read recently [the entire His Dark Materials series and The Hunger Games], HBO’s Game of Thrones [which I haven’t read, but the show is SO GOOD], Wind-Up Bird Chronicles [which I’m working on, and why it’s taking so long], and more!) What it is is a lack of motivation due to a lack of publicizing due to a lack of confidence in anyone wanting to read this ever. Probably I should just keep going with it for my own sake, so later I can look back and remember books even better; in fact, I remember books better because I intend to write about them.

Anyway, to kind of make up for it, and because I have time to kill (summer!), I’ll update twice tonight. What a champ!

First off, I graduated. I now have a Bachelor of the Arts degree. It even says that I graduated magna cum laude, which means I got between a 3.75 and a 3.899 GPA. (I got a 3.76.) I also graduated with honors in both departments due to having over a 3.5 GPA in each department, and getting HONORS on my Independent Study. (P.S. I got Honors on my Independent Study! This is the highest grade you can get. I am very happy with that, especially given my stickler of a Philosopher advisor.) It was sad, but happy. I’m excited to enter the real world but very sad to leave all the fabulous people I met at college, especially those who helped me to become less stressed and crazy in life.

Second, I turned 22! My birthday was a few days ago. I did nothing special. Truth be told, I watched Parks and Recreation on Netflix all day because that show is so stinking good. Also, went to Olive Garden with the family, and that was very nice. Then, the next day, my sister and I got ampersand tattoos. Why? Because as different as we are (and we are very different), we will always be there for each other. Corniness aside, I also love punctuation and it’s a reminder to myself to stay with people, especially those who make me better (choose my &s wisely). Given my emotional turmoil (graduation, etc.), I also felt a strong need to change something and the need to prove to myself I can do awesome and scary things things; I got a small, cover-up-able tattoo and it looks awesome. (And don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll love it years down the road as well.)

Third, I’m going to New York City in less than a fortnight for NYU’s Summer Publishing Institute. I was waitlisted at Columbia, but by the time I find out if they really want me NYU will have already started, so NYU it is, to be safe. I’m very very excited and very very scared all at once (part of my emotional turmoil). I know it will be awesome, and I know it’s a smart choice for me. I really want to go into publishing. Books forever! Or maybe magazines. We’ll see. I hope I love NYC enough to live there, because that’s where everything is happening and I want to be in the middle of it all. Goodbye money, hello “The I’m Poor” Diet!

I feel bad for no pictures, but so goes this update.

What I Read… Great House, Part 2

Perhaps one of my resolutions should have been to blog more often / at all. Getting back to school meant a failure in my ability to keep up with posts, which is a pretty sad thing considering the part where I’d only managed two posts before.

However, returning to school has not (as of yet) resulted in a failure to read for fun. Not only did I finish Great House, but I also read Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale and I’m currently reading Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen. Within the next few days, dear readers who do not exist, expect some more reviews / favorite quotation entries.

Title: Great House

Author: Nicole Krauss

Completed?: Yep! A little while ago, in fact… a week or two or so ago.

Spoiler-free Opinions: HOLY COW READ THIS. Again, Krauss’s skills with words are incredible. I was reading some of the reviews over on Goodreads, and a lot of the complaints seemed to be about the lack of plot line running through the work, given that it calls itself a novel. This lack of plot line also, apparently, lead to a boring read. As an avid lover of words, however, I find myself disinclined to agree. While the plot wasn’t a riveting adventure novel, the desk is what we’re following; the novel isn’t going to be standard in this respect. Desks don’t act, people do, and since the sets of characters are different, the plot is going to follow different directions. There is more of a focus on words and characterization than on the “plot” these reviewers are so missing, but I don’t think it hurts the book. If you love words and insights into human emotions, you’ll like this.

These reviewers were also angry that the book is being called a “novel” when there isn’t a single plot line running through the entire work, and to them I say PFFT. Since when are there stringent and strict definitions of different genres and types of literature? Definitions are guidelines, not strict lines.

Another complaint was on the lack of distinction between the different narrators. This… I kind of agree with. The variation comes from the audience the narrator is narrating to (Your Honor, you, or just a general narration), not from the style of writing or narrating. But I love Krauss’s writing style so much that I didn’t mind or notice until I read the complaints. Some more variation would have been nice, but I still really highly recommend this.

A few more favorite quotes and phrases:

“When we die, you said, we’ll be hungry” (Loc. 2641-42).

“…the smell of his sleep…” (Loc. 3163-64).

“Tell me about her, I said, but he said nothing and turned away to hide the contortion that seized his face, a split second only in which all of his features collapsed and another face came through, a face he quickly wiped away with his sleeve” (Loc. 3356-58).

“I allowed myself another body, the one I had before mine began to blur and lose shape and go off in a different direction from me, the one who existed inside of it” (Loc. 3442-43).

“Through eyes blurred by tears, I scanned the trees for a figure in the landscape. Hatless. Coatless, perhaps. Quickly drawn, as the masters sometimes drew a portrait of themselves hidden in a dark corner of canvas or concealed in a crowd” (Loc. 3599-600).

“There was a woman holding a barefoot child, a child who was utterly still and silent, like the eye of a storm” (Loc. 3625-26).

“…and suddenly, out of nowhere, the way news of oneself so often arrives, it dawned on me what a ridiculous thing it was to have dedicated one’s life to being a scholar of the so-called Romantic poets” (3884-86).

“She looked out the window. The silence unspooled between us” (Loc. 4287-88).

“When I was a boy, I wanted to be in two places at the same time. It became an obsession of mine, I spoke of it endlessly. My mother laughed, but my father, who carried two thousand years with him wherever he went the way other men carry a pocket watch, saw it differently” (Loc. 4288-91).

“I taught them that no matter the view from the window, the style of the architecture, the color of the evening sky, the distance between oneself and oneself remains immutable” (Loc. 4296-97).

Stars: 4.25