<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193</id><updated>2012-01-03T17:21:44.797-05:00</updated><category term='goals'/><category term='finished'/><category term='rant'/><category term='update'/><category term='intro'/><title type='text'>Project Bibliophile</title><subtitle type='html'>conquering my library one book at a time</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-2814492078803383556</id><published>2010-07-18T19:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T19:45:47.316-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>39 - Push</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TEORgY1RxgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FfyDkNLdug0/s1600/Push.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TEORgY1RxgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FfyDkNLdug0/s400/Push.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495395955929892354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Push &lt;/i&gt;by Sapphire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knopf Doubleday, 1997&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;192 pages&lt;br /&gt;Date completed: July 18, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This novel does exactly what its title promises: it &lt;i&gt;pushes&lt;/i&gt;.  Pushes at social boundaries, at language limitations, at readers' comfort levels, and at the invisibility of those who live lives like that of Precious Jones.  Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious is an illiterate, vulnerable teenager who has been abused by her mother and is pregnant with the second child she will bear for her father.  Although she has attended school for her entire life, she has been waved through her classes year after year, and at sixteen still cannot read or write.   Although she yearns for deeper understanding and equal footing with those around her, Precious has not been given the tools or attention she needs in order to thrive.  Luckily, her school principal recommends Precious attend an alternative school where she is able, finally, to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have criticized the graphic nature of the novel's descriptions of sexual violence, arguing that these passages are difficult to read and uncomfortable to be exposed to.  While I do agree that the passages elicit discomfort, I applaud Sapphire for throwing convention to the wind and for giving Precious a voice that feels completely authentic and honest.  To Precious, the sexual and physical abuse she has endured from her parents throughout her entire life are simply facts.  She has never known anything better, and she has certainly never known a life of comfort and safety.  In fact, she does not even realize until halfway through her narrative that what her father has done to her is considered rape.  The way in which she bluntly describes sexual encounters with her father are natural for her character and background (she has not been trained to write in a manner which waters down the truth; on the contrary, her writing teacher, Ms. Rain, has always encouraged Precious to tell it like it is).  I could not be more enthusiastic that Sapphire has given voice to a teen like Precious without giving way to traditional ways of writing about horrific acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more attention paid to subject matter like this, the better.  People like myself who have grown up in more privileged lifestyles find it uncomfortable to occupy the shoes of the battered and less fortunate, but I think this is essential to mental growth.  Stepping outside of my comfort zone has been the best thing I've done (literary-wise) in months.  Precious's strength, perseverance, and determination to gain literacy, independence, and control of her life show that no matter what the adversity, it is possible to move forward.  In the face of constant abuse, Precious opens herself to knowledge and love, and her journey will never cease to amaze and inspire me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-2814492078803383556?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/2814492078803383556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/07/39-push.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/2814492078803383556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/2814492078803383556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/07/39-push.html' title='39 - Push'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TEORgY1RxgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FfyDkNLdug0/s72-c/Push.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-8368935257374125228</id><published>2010-07-09T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:05:13.373-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>38 - Nine Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TEEPpvxNeaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/e7bt25u0MN4/s1600/Nine+Stories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TEEPpvxNeaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/e7bt25u0MN4/s400/Nine+Stories.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494690230240639394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nine Stories&lt;/i&gt; by J.D. Salinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date completed: July 9, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Review coming soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-8368935257374125228?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/8368935257374125228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/07/38-nine-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/8368935257374125228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/8368935257374125228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/07/38-nine-stories.html' title='38 - Nine Stories'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TEEPpvxNeaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/e7bt25u0MN4/s72-c/Nine+Stories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-261800254432691876</id><published>2010-07-05T21:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:02:18.410-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>37 - The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TEEOzxPltaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/X1NJwHjnB9c/s1600/The+Short+Second+Life+of+Bree+Tanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TEEOzxPltaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/X1NJwHjnB9c/s400/The+Short+Second+Life+of+Bree+Tanner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494689302923556258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner&lt;/i&gt; by Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little, Brown, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;192 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date completed: July 5, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I read this novella, which has been referred to as "the short fifth fail of Stephenie Meyer," solely because it was online for free for a month after its publication.  In fact, I waited until the last minute to decide I wanted to read it, and thus finished it about 30 minutes before it was taken &lt;i&gt;off&lt;/i&gt; the internet.  I know that you're all surprised now, because I was such a Twilight pusher when I first read the series.  But after the good sparkly feeling wore off and I did a reread, I realized exactly how abusive a relationship exists between Bella and Edward (...and Bella and Jacob...and Bella and just about every other male character in the series).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I won't get into that.  The purpose of this post is to review the novella, not discuss my beefs with Twilight.  So here goes; I'll make it short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bree Tanner is, at least, a more interesting character than Bella in that she can think for herself.  Although eventually she becomes infatuated with a vampire named Diego (and ultimately dies because she tries to save him from destruction), she starts off as an intelligent being.  Her story is mostly interesting, and it opens up a few unknown plotlines from the regular Twilight series.  Otherwise, there isn't much to say.  Meyer's horrible grasp of the English language prevails, and the novella will probably just fade out of my memory soon, since it had basically no impact on me.  The ending was clear throughout the entire novella: Bree dies.  Basically, this just follows a short time before her death, and not much happens of significance.  The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-261800254432691876?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/261800254432691876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/07/37-short-second-life-of-bree-tanner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/261800254432691876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/261800254432691876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/07/37-short-second-life-of-bree-tanner.html' title='37 - The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TEEOzxPltaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/X1NJwHjnB9c/s72-c/The+Short+Second+Life+of+Bree+Tanner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-9044501631900602694</id><published>2010-06-29T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T21:40:54.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>36 - Armageddon in Retrospect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TEEKDFK6aFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZexOhDRBW9U/s1600/Armageddon+in+Retrospect.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TEEKDFK6aFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZexOhDRBW9U/s400/Armageddon+in+Retrospect.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494684068412549202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Armageddon in Retrospect &lt;/i&gt;by Kurt Vonnegut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Putnam, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;233 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date completed: June 29, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kurt Vonnegut never fails to amaze me.  Not only was Mark Vonnegut's introduction to this posthumous collection fantastic, but the collection itself, which includes several short stories, a letter, a speech, and samples of Vonnegut's artwork, does not fall short of the high expectations I've come to associate with KurtVonnegut's work.  Although nearly all of the material was centered on, or inspired by, Vonnegut's experiences in World War II, he uses the material in a variety of ways so that it never grows stale or dull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The short stories in particular caught my attention, perhaps because this was my first exposure to Vonnegut's shorter pieces.  I'm much more accustomed to his novels, which include frequent mini-epiphanies followed by page breaks that slow me down by making me think deeply.  The stories, on the other hand, flow mostly without any interruption except, in some cases, separation into a few parts.  The rhythm of these stories is much less choppy and creates a much clearer story arc than I'm used to when reading Vonnegut-- not that I'm trying to say that the stories are better than his novels, of course.  The reading experience was just shockingly different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was delighted by this collection, and whizzed through it quickly.  I really want to read more Vonnegut (eventually, I want to read everything he's published), but I like that I can absorb each piece slowly.  I love that I still have so much Vonnegut to discover.  My conclusion is simple: read this collection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-9044501631900602694?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/9044501631900602694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/06/36-armageddon-in-retrospect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/9044501631900602694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/9044501631900602694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/06/36-armageddon-in-retrospect.html' title='36 - Armageddon in Retrospect'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TEEKDFK6aFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZexOhDRBW9U/s72-c/Armageddon+in+Retrospect.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-1578645568895616405</id><published>2010-06-17T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T21:26:22.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>35 - The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TEEGiErncyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1LkfMn3cLYU/s1600/The+Physick+Book+of+Deliverance+Dane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TEEGiErncyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1LkfMn3cLYU/s400/The+Physick+Book+of+Deliverance+Dane.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494680202810716962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; by Katherine Howe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voice, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;371 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date completed: June 17, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This novel follows Connie, a PhD candidate at Harvard whose mother recruits her to clean out her grandmother's long-abandoned home in Massachussetts during the summer.  Swathed in ivy and completely hidden from the road, the house has begun to deteriorate after many years of being unoccupied...Connie certainly has her work cut out for her. Before long, she is swept up in a historical goose chase as she attempts to track down Deliverance Dane's book of magic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed the read, especially since the language was so relaxed.  The plot was engaging, which made for quick reading.  I really liked the academic aspects, too, of which there were a myriad-- Connie visits a great deal of libraries and historical places in order to do research, her grandmother's house is full of artifacts, and Connie herself is a scholar by trade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have many complaints about this book. I did think that the ending was really ridiculous-- I won't be specific since I don't want to post spoilers, but let's just say that Connie treats a valuable historical document in a way that a true scholar NEVER would, especially a scholar of history. I also thought it was a little interesting that a novel so grounded in fact at the beginning becomes so magical by the end-- but I guess that mirrors Connie's inner transformation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, this was a great book. I wasn't surprised that I liked it, since it's got classic Leslie flags embedded within: academia, magic/fantasy, books, history...what can I say? It's a perfect summer read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry that this is a bit of a crappy review. It's been a month since I read the book, and am just jotting down what I remember. Reviews are more in-depth when I write them immediately after I finish a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-1578645568895616405?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/1578645568895616405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/06/35-physick-book-of-deliverance-dane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/1578645568895616405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/1578645568895616405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/06/35-physick-book-of-deliverance-dane.html' title='35 - The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TEEGiErncyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1LkfMn3cLYU/s72-c/The+Physick+Book+of+Deliverance+Dane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-1826570158420341369</id><published>2010-06-11T12:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:00:23.050-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>34 - Adventures of Huckleberry Finn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TCwBoM8ZraI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qLgX132BoyY/s1600/HuckleberryFinn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TCwBoM8ZraI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qLgX132BoyY/s400/HuckleberryFinn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488763836038753698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Adventures of Huckleberry Finn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; by Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Norton, 1998&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;416 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date completed: June 11, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I managed to avoid reading &lt;i&gt;Huckleberry Finn&lt;/i&gt; all throughout high school by switching between advanced English classes and regular English classes.  I'd tried reading it on my own, but just couldn't get into it.  All these years later, I have finally plodded through the entire novel...but I was far from impressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The novel started off engaging and interesting; however, I soon found myself growing weary of the episodic plot.  It seems as though Twain had no idea what he wanted to write about or where the plot was going, and so he just meandered from episode to episode until he reached a solid plot point: Huck encountering Jim on the island, which begins their journey together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt a lot for some of these characters-- Huck, for example, is worse than orphaned.  His abusive father, Pap Finn, is an alcoholic slimeball who shows up in Huck's life only when it is convenient: in this case, because he finds out that Huck acquired a lot of money at the end of &lt;i&gt;Tom Sawyer&lt;/i&gt;.  And if there is one type of character Twain knows how to write, it's definitely the horrible white person.  Twain characterizes Pap with such disgusting precision that his appearances on the pages of this novel are actually startling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I felt like the plot dragged and snagged far too often.  The side stories were too frequent and long; the chapters about Huck's time with the duke and the king were particularly painful to sludge through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I cannot forgive Twain for, however, is sacrificing Jim's story for Huck's.  Jim, a runaway slave, relies on Huck to help him escape from his mistress.  However, rather than simply crossing the Mississippi River into the safe territory of Missouri, Twain writes an entirely different story for Jim.  Instead of traveling north, Huck and Jim miss the mouth of the Missouri River and continue south on the Mississippi-- straight into the deep South.  In fact, they travel straight toward the heart of slave country.  Although &lt;i&gt;Huckleberry Finn&lt;/i&gt; is often hailed as a breakthrough anti-slavery novel, I just can't see it that way.  Twain sacrifices Jim's freedom in order to remain in his own familiar territory (Twain was a steamboat pilot on the Mississippi River prior to his writing career)-- the Mississippi and the South.  Although Jim does acquire his freedom in the end, I find Twain's means of bestowing that freedom upon Jim skewed at best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-1826570158420341369?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/1826570158420341369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/06/34-adventures-of-huckleberry-finn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/1826570158420341369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/1826570158420341369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/06/34-adventures-of-huckleberry-finn.html' title='34 - Adventures of Huckleberry Finn'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TCwBoM8ZraI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qLgX132BoyY/s72-c/HuckleberryFinn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-2011280658427078926</id><published>2010-06-08T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T00:32:37.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>33 - Wuthering Heights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TBReOpjAUWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/p-exN_wN5XY/s1600/Wuthering+Heights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TBReOpjAUWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/p-exN_wN5XY/s400/Wuthering+Heights.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482110252180590946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; by Emily Bronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Norton, 2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;432 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date completed: June 8, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was mainly drawn to this novel for a reason I am somewhat ashamed to admit: lately, I feel as though I need to read more so-called “classics.”  I realize that “classic” is just a label created by society and foisted upon random books that seem worthy of attention to certain people, but nevertheless, the pressure to read them feels monumental, especially in relation to my recent graduation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, my reading of &lt;i&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/i&gt; proved to be very frustrating, mostly because the characters irritated me to no end.  None of them seemed redeemable in any way: Catherine is selfish and spiteful, Heathcliff is abusive, Nelly is a sullen spy who serves her own ends; the list could continue for many paragraphs.  Each character either dumbfounded or annoyed me with his or her actions throughout the novel: I was in awe that anyone would want to read about people who are so blatantly evil to one another.  I don’t mean that in a naïve way: it just grew tiresome to read, over and over, about the ways in which these characters messed up one another’s lives.  Since I hated the characters so much, I did not sympathize with them at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did notice that despite my hatred for the characters, for some reason I was quite drawn into the book.  I had trouble putting it down sometimes, and was very interested in what would happen next.  It seems that despite all of the book’s negative qualities, there is something that is appealing about it, although I have no idea what that might be.  This was an interesting revelation for me—I have never, upon close examination, been unable to identify the reasons that I am attracted to a certain book.  &lt;i&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/i&gt;, on the other hand, has stumped me.  Perhaps I was just interested in discovering what further abuses the characters could possibly come up with to torture one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-2011280658427078926?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/2011280658427078926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/06/33-wuthering-heights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/2011280658427078926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/2011280658427078926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/06/33-wuthering-heights.html' title='33 - Wuthering Heights'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/TBReOpjAUWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/p-exN_wN5XY/s72-c/Wuthering+Heights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-361179130089973231</id><published>2010-05-25T17:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T18:02:57.148-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>32 - Columbine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S_w_fz_n4EI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8pXa-HXh4SM/s1600/Columbine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S_w_fz_n4EI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8pXa-HXh4SM/s400/Columbine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475321062741237826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Columbine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;by Dave Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twelve Books, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;417 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date completed: May 25, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Columbine &lt;/i&gt;by Dave Cullen is without a doubt the most disturbing book I have ever read, but in the most compelling way possible.  Wow.  I chose it because I was so young when the attacks occurred, and so I didn’t know much about them and wanted to be better informed.  Cullen’s account of Eric Harris and Dylan Klebolds’ shooting spree in Columbine High School was certainly worthwhile.  Cullen, a journalist who has been involved with the Columbine shooting case since the day it occurred, provides a thorough account of the shootings, the aftermath of the attack, the killers, and their motives.  Utilizing police reports, interviews with survivors and investigators, the papers and videos of Harris and Klebold, and the research of other journalists, Cullen compiles a detailed and compelling account of April 20, 1999.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cullen states that it is important to document and understand the Columbine attack in order to prevent future attacks.  His depiction definitely succeeds in capturing the spirit of the event—often, I was so freaked out by what I was reading (phrases such as “Eric and Dylan planned to be dead shortly after the weekend” and “Danny[‘s body] lay out on that sidewalk for twenty-eight hours” (103) come to mind) that I had to stop reading.  Obviously Cullen is purposely sensational sometimes in order to make his point, but it was nevertheless difficult to wrap my head around the fact that the attack really happened, and so reading this in large doses was not always possible for me.  I had to stop reading it after around 8 or 9 p.m., since if I didn't, I got nightmares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The more I read the book, the more unsettling it became.  I learned a lot from the reading that I had never known previously: chilling facts surfaced constantly, such as the fact while planning their attack, Harris and Klebold intended for it to be more of a massacre.  Although they ended up killing thirteen people in addition to themselves, they originally had a three-stage plan: first, massive bombs would explode in crowded hubs throughout the school, destroying part of the building and killing at least 800 people; then Harris and Klebold would stand at the school’s two most popular entrances with machine guns in order to slaughter escaping survivors; and finally, they had rigged their cars with massive explosives designed to decimate the police and journalists swarming the school after their suicides.  I had had no idea that the attack was meant so grisly (not that it wasn’t horrifying anyway—a simple Google search of “Dylan Klebold” immediately yields a photograph of Harris and Klebold dead on the Columbine library floor, with blood splattered and pooled under the gaping gunshot wounds in their heads).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One really interesting aspect of the book was that it explored the many assumptions and stereotypes associated with both Columbine and with school shootings in general.  People tend to assume that Harris and Klebold fit the generic stereotype of school shooters—that they were Goth, trenchcoat-wearing, anti-Christian outcasts whose intention was to take revenge on the popular students and jocks at their school.  In reality, there is no established "school shooter profile."  Harris and Klebold were both relatively popular in the sense that they both had a great deal of friends, and Harris was quite the ladies’ man.   Klebold was deeply faithful, and neither Harris nor Klebold were Goth, although they did wear trenchcoats to conceal their weapons during the attack.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other prevalent rumor is the one surrounding Cassie Bernall, the girl who was reportedly shot to death after admitting that she believed in God.  This, too, proved to be a rumor, and never actually occurred: people assumed that Cassie’s faith must have played a role in her death, and since the assumption that the shooters were anti-Christian was already in place, the result is a rumor that combines the previous two assumptions to insinuate that Cassie was a martyr.  It doesn't help that an exchange similar to the alleged conversation with Cassie actually did occur between Klebold and another girl, Valeen Schnurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Overall, Cullen’s book covers all of the bases, providing everything from a play-by-play of the shootings and their aftermath to an extensive portrait of Harris and Klebolds’ personalities, childhoods, journals, and videotapes.  Cullen provides a stunning portrait of a disaster that shocked America, and I loved reading it.  The book was quite disturbing, but so was the Columbine massacre, and I think it would be difficult to hear about any such disaster without feeling an overwhelming sense of hopelessness and loss.  This type of book is informative and, to me, important and even essential to understanding disaster and living through it.  I respect Cullen’s book for its integrity and for its success in covering every angle of the Columbine massacre.  What a powerful book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-361179130089973231?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/361179130089973231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/05/32-columbine.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/361179130089973231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/361179130089973231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/05/32-columbine.html' title='32 - Columbine'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S_w_fz_n4EI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8pXa-HXh4SM/s72-c/Columbine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-4207712661519317597</id><published>2010-05-12T13:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T13:15:21.900-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>31 - Nickel and Dimed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S-rfq9ZzrjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SJlGImyVHOI/s1600/Nickel+and+Dimed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S-rfq9ZzrjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SJlGImyVHOI/s400/Nickel+and+Dimed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470430626525195826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nickel and Dimed&lt;/i&gt; by Barbara Ehrenreich&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owl Books, 2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;230 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date completed: May 11, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have mixed feelings about this book.  Ehrenreich, who leaves her comfortable life as a writer in order to go undercover as a minimum-wage earner in three different states, sets out to attempt to discover whether it is truly possible to survive on minimum wage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While this is certainly an interesting premise, I never really felt like it was valid.  If she runs into trouble, Ehrenreich can always fall back on her old life: a high-paying job, full bank account, home, car, etc.  I know that this wasn't necessarily meant to be seen as completely without fault, so I won't complain about it too much about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehrenreich spends time as a waitress in Key West, FL; a maid and nursing home food aide in Portland, Maine; and a Wal-Mart employee in Minneapolis, MN.  In each scenario, she tries to make ends meet in the most frugal ways possible: she lives in the cheapest housing she can find that is also safe, takes as many jobs as she can, buys the cheapest food she can find, and does not splurge on anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The result is that eventually, everything in Ehrenreich's world becomes a question of worth.  Her time, her energy, and even other people are mentally weighed by Ehrenreich on a balance scale as she ultimately attempts to judge whether these minimum-wage earners are completely wasting their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, the book was easy to get through and interesting to read.  I won't profess to be well-versed in economics (though I did scrape by and pass my micro/macro AP tests years ago!), so I apologize if my reactions seem shallow because of this.  It wasn't my favorite read, but it was nevertheless refreshing to read about a journalist placing herself directly into the field.  Despite any fallacies in Ehrenreich's plans, the premise was commendable, and I think she succeeded in proving her point: that it is impossible for some people to survive making only minimum wage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-4207712661519317597?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/4207712661519317597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/05/31-nickel-and-dimed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/4207712661519317597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/4207712661519317597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/05/31-nickel-and-dimed.html' title='31 - Nickel and Dimed'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S-rfq9ZzrjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SJlGImyVHOI/s72-c/Nickel+and+Dimed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-2416629736972569917</id><published>2010-05-03T00:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:42:38.968-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>30 - Uncle Tom's Cabin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95Tfa7wg4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/J_-J6pzEu30/s1600/Uncle+Tom%27s+Cabin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95Tfa7wg4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/J_-J6pzEu30/s400/Uncle+Tom%27s+Cabin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466898796945376130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uncle Tom's Cabin&lt;/i&gt; by Harriet Beecher Stowe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;454 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date completed: May 3, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was inspired to read Harriet Beecher Stowe’s infamous abolitionist novel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uncle Tom’s Cabin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;after reading an article in which Jane Smiley compared it to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Adventures of Huckleberry Finn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; by Mark Twain, stating that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uncle Tom’s Cabin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; should be considered the foremost anti-slavery novel in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Huckleberry Finn’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;stead.  I was intrigued because I agreed with Smiley’s perspective that Twain’s novel failed the anti-slavery movement due to its neglect of the desires of the runaway slave Jim; however, I was unable to fully comprehend the article because I had not yet read Stowe’s novel.  Therefore, after reading Smiley’s ruminations, I immediately added &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uncle Tom’s Cabin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; to my reading list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As I began to read, I was impressed by the readability of Stowe’s novel.  I had expected it to be far more complex and dull (and thus harder to get through), but was pleasantly surprised by its easy-to-follow storyline and style.  Despite the novel’s hulking size, I was able to finish it easily within the week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uncle Tom’s Cabin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; also frequently amazed me with regard to its content.  Not only did Stowe write this from a completely abolitionist standpoint, but she also creates a great deal of strong female characters who are unable to stand up to men.  Characters such as Mrs. Shelby and Mrs. Bird are unafraid of voicing their true opinions to their husbands (even when those opinions clash with their husbands’ opinions), while Miss Ophelia is independent, opinionated, and educated.  I was surprised to find even more radical (in terms of the 1850s) views than I had expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think that Stowe’s setup was quite clever.  Rather than portraying slaves who are forced to endure the cruelties of a harsh master from the very beginning, she subverts this expectation and eases the reader into the system slowly, starting the novel in a home in which slaves are treated with kindness and respect.  Stowe creates an atmosphere that will appeal to her audience by first setting up a particular scene (for example, the pleasant evening in Uncle Tom and Aunt Chloe’s cabin), intimately portraying the characters and their interactions, and then ripping the peaceful atmosphere apart (as is shown when Tom is sold to Haley).  This technique, which begins in comfort and spirals downward, was, in my opinion, very effective.  I found myself feeling even more pity for the characters than I might have if the story had begun in the throes of misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This left me thinking often of Stowe’s original readers in the 1850s.  Although many of the people reading the novel were undoubtedly abolitionists to begin with, Stowe had to craft her novel extremely carefully so as not to be so radical that she would lose readers from the very beginning.  I can definitely see why the novel was such a success and why it was able to raise so many relevant concerns regarding slavery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One thing that annoys me about the novel is that certain characters seem far too good to be true.  Uncle Tom and Eva St. Clare both seem ridiculously idealized, which made them unrealistic. I understand that their trustworthiness and innocence is important to the novel’s plot in that the innocent child, Eva, is able to look past racial differences and imagine a world of equality, whereas Tom demonstrates that slaves can be deeply faithful and trustworthy people.  However, because I felt that they were completely unrealistic, it was hard for me to muster up much emotion for them or feel too sorry when they died, although this was mostly true of Eva’s death—I'm so tired of reading about perfect, all-knowing nineteenth-century children who spend their entire deathbed scenes preaching about religion and goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Overall, however, Stowe’s novel was thoroughly enjoyable.  I feel as though it is an important novel to have read due to its historical relevance, and I enjoyed imagining that relevance as I was reading.  From the hypocrisy of the slaveowners (Augustine St. Clare who detests the system of slavery yet continues to buy slaves) to the horrors of slave traders and the destruction of families, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uncle Tom’s Cabin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; was worthy of appreciation on multiple levels.  Although it is melodramatic at times, I enjoyed it not only for the historical significance which originally led me to it, but also for its well thought out elements and general appeal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-2416629736972569917?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/2416629736972569917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/05/30-uncle-toms-cabin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/2416629736972569917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/2416629736972569917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/05/30-uncle-toms-cabin.html' title='30 - Uncle Tom&apos;s Cabin'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95Tfa7wg4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/J_-J6pzEu30/s72-c/Uncle+Tom%27s+Cabin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-5190229526138452860</id><published>2010-04-09T15:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T10:23:01.517-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>another update</title><content type='html'>I'm getting this blog all caught up again!  I realize I haven't posted many of my reactions yet in 2010, but that doesn't mean I'm not reading anymore.  On the contrary, I've got 12 books under my belt thus far (a pathetic number, but Term III and graduation are coming up, so pretty soon I'll have a lot less time being taken up by homework).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the next few days, I'll be filling in my reactions/reviews of the books listed below.  I have finals on Monday and Tuesday, and I'll be at a conference from Wednesday-Sunday (the 18th), so if all else fails I'll be back around the 19th, diligently filling in the empty spots and hopefully adding more completed books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I haven't disappeared...I've just been ridiculously busy.  I'm still a bibliophile in remission, and I know the only way I can go back to buying books is to read more! It's been pretty difficult, but I honestly haven't strayed too much from my original goal of not buying any more books until all of the others are completed.  On that vein:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've sold quite a few more books on Amazon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To get rid of books that are selling for like $.01 on Amazon, I joined a site called &lt;a href="http://www.bookmooch.com/"&gt;Bookmooch&lt;/a&gt;, which allows you to swap books for free with others. So far I've sent out 4 books to happy new owners! I've created a wishlist on that site, so if any of the books I really want become available, I can mooch them from others. But I won't really be using this site to accumulate more, don't worry!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did pick up some books at a sale in February. But let me explain: the proceeds went straight to the public library in my city (and I'm ALL FOR supporting local libraries, of course).  Also, the only reason I bought some was that the sale was ending, so buyers could fill a plastic bag with books and pay only $3! A friend and I filled the bag with 26 books, and seriously, they were only $3. And NOT all of them were mine. So I think that was an okay digression from the book-buying thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, I've been good about refusing to buy! My to-read pile has diminished somewhat, but I still haven't made a big dent.  I guess that means I'll just have to read more. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-5190229526138452860?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/5190229526138452860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/5190229526138452860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/5190229526138452860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-update.html' title='another update'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-3667718286577317115</id><published>2010-04-09T15:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T19:45:41.819-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>27 - 28 - 29 - The Mortal Instruments Trilogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S7-DErgRR3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/DQ70bpTpfoE/s1600/Mortal+Instruments+Trilogy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S7-DErgRR3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/DQ70bpTpfoE/s400/Mortal+Instruments+Trilogy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458225389817120626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;City of Bones&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;City of Ashes&lt;/i&gt;, and&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;City of Glass&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; by Cassandra Clare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simon &amp;amp; Schuster, 2008 / 2009 / 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;512 pages / 496 pages / 560 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date completed: late March 2010 / April 5, 2010 / April 9, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I was drawn to this series in the first place has its roots in my very nerdy past.  You see, I started reading the Harry Potter series when I was in...I think it was 4th grade or so.  Maybe 5th.  But I LOVED Harry as soon as I was able to get past the boring first chapter of &lt;i&gt;Sorcerer's Stone&lt;/i&gt; and delve into the world of Hogwarts.  So the first foray I was allowed to have on the internet occurred when I was in about 6th grade, when my parents read an article in &lt;i&gt;Time &lt;/i&gt;magazine about Harry Potter websites.  They thought I would enjoy them, so pretty soon I noticed Harry Potter fanfiction. Please don't judge my nerdiness. I didn't get into it very much-- but there was one author's work that I really liked, and I read her chapters for years, as she posted them.  That author was Cassandra Claire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then, apparently there was some sort of plagiarism scandal involved with the HP fanfic.  But she dropped the "i" from Claire and has reemerged as a full-fledged published author, with three books available at the moment and two more scheduled for publication (one in summer 2010, and another in early 2011).  So I decided I needed to check these out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me awhile to get into the first book of this series, &lt;i&gt;City of Bones&lt;/i&gt;, but once I did, I was hooked.  At times I was confused about what certain things were because they were mentioned so quickly and then disappeared for a long time and reappeared, but that cleared up the more I read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing that constantly distracted me, throughout all three books, was the overuse of strange similes, such as describing a character's eyes as being the color of "antifreeze."  The other one that sticks out at the moment is that she kept saying that the air reeked of "ozone."  What does that even mean?  What does ozone smell like? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the story itself, however, I thought it was pretty addicting and well thought out.  I could sit down and read these for hours at a time (generally when I was supposed to be sleeping, ahem).  The characters were really well developed...I can't think of many that were two-dimensional other than side characters who didn't have a huge role.  That helped a lot...often in YA lit the characters don't seem as developed to me as they could have been, but I think Clare did well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although some of the plot points reminded me of HP and Star Wars, and some of her characters bore uncanny resemblances to her fanfic characters, I'm not going to lie-- I liked them.  I'm not sorry that I read them.  Not always written super well, but the plot was addicting.  These were refreshing, after all of the academic books I've been reading out of this term.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to write much else, because to do so would be to include way too many plot spoilers.  Let's just say that sometimes Clary and Jace's relationship grossed me out a bit, so I'm glad that was taken care of at the end of the third book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-3667718286577317115?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/3667718286577317115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/04/27-28-29-mortal-instruments-trilogy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/3667718286577317115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/3667718286577317115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/04/27-28-29-mortal-instruments-trilogy.html' title='27 - 28 - 29 - The Mortal Instruments Trilogy'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S7-DErgRR3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/DQ70bpTpfoE/s72-c/Mortal+Instruments+Trilogy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-698418475977685621</id><published>2010-03-19T15:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:07:45.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>26 - The Purity Myth: How America's Obsession with Virginity is Hurting Young Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S7-CP-tFA4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/bu3Ras83ZKY/s1600/The+Purity+Myth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S7-CP-tFA4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/bu3Ras83ZKY/s320/The+Purity+Myth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458224484438049666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Purity Myth: How America's Obsession with Virginity is Hurting Young Women&lt;/i&gt; by Jessica Valenti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avalon, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;272 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date completed: March 19, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Virginity in modern culture is a subject I'm very interested in, since I notice that it affects (or has affected) nearly every woman I know.  So when it became available on Bookmooch, I snapped it up immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Valenti did a good job with her argument and brought up a great deal of relevant points (for instance, that these false delusions of purity seem to only apply to women; men are seemingly allowed to have sex as much as they want prior to marriage).  Although sometimes she just seemed to be ranting or reiterating the same point over and over again, I did get it and am glad I read this.  It actually inspired me to do a research project about purity balls, which are one phenomenon that Valenti highlights frequently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been hearing about purity balls for years now between anthropology/sociology classes and the Vagina Monologues at my college.  I've always thought that they were a little creepy, since they entail fathers and daughters attending the ball (in prom attire) to make ridiculous pledges to one another: the fathers pledge to be knights crusading to protect their daughters' virginity, and the daughters pledge to remain "pure" until their marriage, at which point their virginity becomes the possession of their husband.  The daughter wears a purity ring on her ring finger which will be supplanted, in theory, by an engagement ring.  Have I mentioned that some of these girls are only like 7 years old?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many things wrong with this picture.  First of all, men do not have purity balls of their own.  Young guys are encouraged to attend the balls and learn from the other mens' influence, but they do not need to pledge to remain pure or virgins.  Secondly, the fathers are encouraged to take their daughters on actual dates, so that the daughters feel like their fathers really are working to protect them.  Thirdly, and most importantly, there is no concrete dictionary definition of "virginity."  In the OED, it's merely defined as remaining pure and refraining from sexual activity.  This means that virginity can essentially be defined differently by every person on earth.  Some people might think that ANY sexual activity entails a loss of virginity, while others might believe that virginity is lost only when sexual intercourse occurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was merely one of Valenti's good points.  I learned a lot from this book, and encourage others to read it and absorb its messages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-698418475977685621?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/698418475977685621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/03/26-purity-myth-how-americas-obsession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/698418475977685621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/698418475977685621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/03/26-purity-myth-how-americas-obsession.html' title='26 - The Purity Myth: How America&apos;s Obsession with Virginity is Hurting Young Women'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S7-CP-tFA4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/bu3Ras83ZKY/s72-c/The+Purity+Myth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-5832341465433703334</id><published>2010-03-03T15:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T13:21:58.160-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>25 - No One Belongs Here More than You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S7-AiH8STSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/71vLx2E-PsI/s1600/No+One+Belongs+Here+More+Than+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S7-AiH8STSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/71vLx2E-PsI/s320/No+One+Belongs+Here+More+Than+You.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458222597132143906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;No One Belongs Here More than You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; by Miranda July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simon &amp;amp; Schuster, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;207 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date completed: March 3, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of these stories were absolutely priceless.  July is very good at inventing concepts that are unheard of-- the example that comes to mind is the story in which the narrator teaches elderly people to swim in her kitchen, with their faces in bowls of water as they "swim" across the tile floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My apologies that this review is so abbreviated: I'm writing about this book 2 months after I completed it, and so I've forgotten its exact effects on me/contents.  In addition, my copy of the book is at my house, and I'm currently in my dorm, so I can't even flip back through it to refresh my memory.  I just remember really liking it, whatever that is worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-5832341465433703334?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/5832341465433703334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/03/24-no-one-belongs-here-more-than-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/5832341465433703334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/5832341465433703334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/03/24-no-one-belongs-here-more-than-you.html' title='25 - No One Belongs Here More than You'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S7-AiH8STSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/71vLx2E-PsI/s72-c/No+One+Belongs+Here+More+Than+You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-5183736378197937843</id><published>2010-02-01T15:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:37:57.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>24 - The Realm of Possibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S7-BBWlQsfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/vu--ik-szQw/s1600/The+Realm+of+Possibility.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S7-BBWlQsfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/vu--ik-szQw/s320/The+Realm+of+Possibility.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458223133638046194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The Realm of Possibility by David Levithan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random House, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;224 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date completed: February 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David Levithan took me back to my high school days in this beautiful collection of poems.  While to some this might seem like a bad thing, Levithan crafts the poems exquisitely, allowing them to intertwine and intersect, forming a rich overall narrative.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The poems are grouped in fours, and each is written from the point of view of a different teenager.  While this could be confusing at times, especially when one poem would refer to another teenager who may or may not have been mentioned previously (I often wished I had a list of each character's name and what her/his significance was), it had an overall effect that was splendid.  Here was not just one high schooler with a voice, but rather a collection of separate but intertwined stories, each with its own inherent beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a pencil in my hand the entire time I read this volume, because so often the characters had some small form of deep insight (stated with simple beauty) that I had to underline and make notes.  I definitely want to come back to this at some point and reread it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-5183736378197937843?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/5183736378197937843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/02/24-realm-of-possibility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/5183736378197937843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/5183736378197937843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/02/24-realm-of-possibility.html' title='24 - The Realm of Possibility'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S7-BBWlQsfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/vu--ik-szQw/s72-c/The+Realm+of+Possibility.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-5691177871388064267</id><published>2010-01-31T00:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:50:14.544-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>23 - Louisa May Alcott: The Woman Behind Little Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S79_0PuriHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TMGbt3vUTbc/s1600/Louisa+May+Alcott-+The+Woman+Behind+Little+Women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S79_0PuriHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TMGbt3vUTbc/s320/Louisa+May+Alcott-+The+Woman+Behind+Little+Women.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458221808948578418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Louisa May Alcott: The Woman Behind Little Women by Harriet Reisen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holt, Henry &amp;amp; Co, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;384 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date completed: January 30, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This biography fueled my insatiable desire to know more about Louisa May Alcott, but it did not quite live up to the expectations I had prior to reading it.  While Reisen's biography is thorough and concise, it did not bring the characters to life in the way that I had hoped it would.  Instead, almost all of the people (with the exception of Louisa and perhaps Bronson) were flat and two-dimensional.  Reisen merely spurts plot points over and over without any type of deeper analysis.  To make matters worse, at some points there are egregious factual errors! Reisen writes that Daisy and Demi are Jo's children in &lt;i&gt;Little Men&lt;/i&gt;, when in reality, they are Meg's.  The fact that such a simple plot error could survive not only Reisen's drafts but also the editing process makes me lose a lot of respect for Reisen's rendition of Alcott's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I discussed this with my professor, and he assured me that due to all of the media hype, this biography was written with the intention of merely discussing Alcott's life without going further.  This explains the two-dimensional caricatures of Alcott's family and friends.  He pointed me to a few better biographies of Alcott, which I will hopefully add to my collection after I'm done reading everything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So although this biography was thorough and interesting, it didn't quite take me as far or as deeply as I would have liked.  However, it definitely made me want to learn more about Alcott, so in that respect, Reisen's biography was wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-5691177871388064267?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/5691177871388064267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/04/23-louisa-may-alcott-woman-behind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/5691177871388064267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/5691177871388064267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/04/23-louisa-may-alcott-woman-behind.html' title='23 - Louisa May Alcott: The Woman Behind Little Women'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S79_0PuriHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TMGbt3vUTbc/s72-c/Louisa+May+Alcott-+The+Woman+Behind+Little+Women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-7787826967480863907</id><published>2010-01-14T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:35:55.411-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>22 - Breakfast at Tiffany's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S76oMN_ZGyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jrU2f02GDqg/s1600/Breakfast+at+Tiffany%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S76oMN_ZGyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jrU2f02GDqg/s320/Breakfast+at+Tiffany%27s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457984726287063842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's by Truman Capote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knopf Doubleday, 1993&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;192 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date completed: January 13, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Review coming soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-7787826967480863907?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/7787826967480863907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/04/22-breakfast-at-tiffanys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/7787826967480863907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/7787826967480863907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/04/22-breakfast-at-tiffanys.html' title='22 - Breakfast at Tiffany&apos;s'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S76oMN_ZGyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jrU2f02GDqg/s72-c/Breakfast+at+Tiffany%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-5108637496398065620</id><published>2010-01-12T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:35:36.829-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>21 - Girl Culture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S76nZJMcghI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eqVOIdIzDFo/s1600/Girl+Culture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S76nZJMcghI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eqVOIdIzDFo/s320/Girl+Culture.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457983848826307090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Girl Culture by Lauren Greenfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chronicle Books LLC, 2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;156 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date completed: January 11, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Review coming soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-5108637496398065620?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/5108637496398065620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/04/21-girl-culture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/5108637496398065620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/5108637496398065620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/04/21-girl-culture.html' title='21 - Girl Culture'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S76nZJMcghI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eqVOIdIzDFo/s72-c/Girl+Culture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-2363620804057378463</id><published>2010-01-10T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:35:13.869-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>20 - Her Fearful Symmetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S76nGGtFEkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/w1EQpwwpUgQ/s1600/Her+Fearful+Symmetry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S76nGGtFEkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/w1EQpwwpUgQ/s320/Her+Fearful+Symmetry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457983521740362306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simon &amp;amp; Schuster, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;416 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date completed: January 9, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Review coming soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-2363620804057378463?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/2363620804057378463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/04/20-her-fearful-symmetry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/2363620804057378463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/2363620804057378463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/04/20-her-fearful-symmetry.html' title='20 - Her Fearful Symmetry'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S76nGGtFEkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/w1EQpwwpUgQ/s72-c/Her+Fearful+Symmetry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-4243985484689241356</id><published>2010-01-04T13:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:27:57.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>just a note</title><content type='html'>I've been on Christmas break! Sadly, I accidentally left &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/span&gt; at school, so I haven't made any progress there. I've actually only had time for one book so far! Tonight I'm jetting off to go skiing in Colorado until Sunday, so I'll definitely be reading on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I last updated, I have finished:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Botany of Desire&lt;/span&gt;by Michael Pollan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Handmaid's Tale&lt;/span&gt; by Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the books I'm bringing on the plane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her Fearful Symmetry&lt;/span&gt; by Audrey Niffenegger--which I've already read half of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/span&gt; by Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beloved&lt;/span&gt; by Toni Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oliver Twist&lt;/span&gt; by Charles Dickens--please excuse the lack of capital "o." I accidentally spilled water on my keyboard and thus my "o"key and parenthesis no longer work, and I'm forced to paste an "o" every time I need one...so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I get back to school in a week, blogs shall be posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-4243985484689241356?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/4243985484689241356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/4243985484689241356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/4243985484689241356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-note.html' title='just a note'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-7137546632051541883</id><published>2010-01-01T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:22:34.928-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>19 - The Handmaid's Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S4WzMbqKLEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/X-om-o2WTqk/s1600-h/The+Handmaid%27s+Tale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S4WzMbqKLEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/X-om-o2WTqk/s320/The+Handmaid%27s+Tale.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441952750911499330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Handmaid's Tale&lt;/i&gt; by Margaret Atwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anchor Books, 1998&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;311 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date completed: January 1, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truly enjoyed this book.  My brain went into shock at first because I don't read all that many books about dystopia.  But I was sucked in right away and fell in love with Atwood's writing all over again (which first occurred 4 years ago when I read &lt;i&gt;Alias Grace&lt;/i&gt;).  Sorry in advance that this won't be the most informative of reviews-- I'm writing it nearly three months after having completed the book, so I'm a little rusty about the material.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The narrator's story is captivating, as are her circumstances in this futuristic society ruled by Commanders and the like.  There were some particularly horrifying scenes and ideas, and I just really wanted to find out what happened to Offred in this world where she can't trust anyone, is completely in other people's control, and when she's getting older (and she's supposed to be reproducing).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In short: I remember loving it.  Sorry that's as detailed as it gets.  I'm just trying to get this blog all caught up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-7137546632051541883?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/7137546632051541883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/01/19-handmaids-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/7137546632051541883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/7137546632051541883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2010/01/19-handmaids-tale.html' title='19 - The Handmaid&apos;s Tale'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S4WzMbqKLEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/X-om-o2WTqk/s72-c/The+Handmaid%27s+Tale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-4799114674827463170</id><published>2009-12-15T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:34:56.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>18 - The Botany of Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S0udu8MK9TI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YJyYZx9EwVA/s1600-h/The+Botany+of+Desire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S0udu8MK9TI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YJyYZx9EwVA/s320/The+Botany+of+Desire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425603605854614834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Botany of Desire&lt;/span&gt; by Michael Pollan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random House, 2&lt;span class="listPriceValue"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="listPriceValue"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;span class="listPriceValue"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;4 pages&lt;br /&gt;Date completed: December 14, 2&lt;span class="listPriceValue"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="listPriceValue"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;" class="stand-out"&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an interesting read! It was for my botany class last term, and I have to say I didn't mind reading it at all! Pollan's writing is engaging, and it's full of anecdotes as well as historical notes, so it doesn't get boring. It's actually great to know what exactly is going into certain foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance...ever hear of a NewLeaf potato? It's a genetically modified potato in which every single cell contains herbicidal DNA to combat a specific beetle.  Therefore, the potatoes wouldn't need to be sprayed with herbicides. This potato was never tested by the FDA, nor was it labeled as a GM&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;O s&lt;/strong&gt;o that the public could be aware of it. Luckily it was discontinued, because it literally wasn't even tested on lab rats or anything. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were a lot of useful things in this book, focusing on four different plants and how they correspond to human desires: apples/sweetness, tulips/beauty, marijuana/intoxication, and potatoes/control.  Really interesting stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-4799114674827463170?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/4799114674827463170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/12/18-botany-of-desire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/4799114674827463170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/4799114674827463170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/12/18-botany-of-desire.html' title='18 - The Botany of Desire'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S0udu8MK9TI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YJyYZx9EwVA/s72-c/The+Botany+of+Desire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-5165146220398811756</id><published>2009-12-10T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T23:41:05.473-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>17 - The Magician's Nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SyFQu6xunYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HY2LpzuetM8/s1600-h/The+Magician%27s+Nephew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SyFQu6xunYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HY2LpzuetM8/s320/The+Magician%27s+Nephew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413696994058083714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Magician's Nephew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by C.S. Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HarperCollins, 1955&lt;br /&gt;96 pages&lt;br /&gt;Date completed: December 10, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Narnia series always bored me to death in elementary school, which is when I should have been reading it. Around the holiday season in 2005 I found a collection of the entire Chronicles of Narnia on sale at the bookstore for about $10, so I bought it because I feel like these books are a staple I missed out on. In fourth grade, my teacher read&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  aloud and I remember loving it, but then I read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Horse and His Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and loathed it and could never even make it all the way through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Magician's Nephew&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prince Caspian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to 2009. The week before finals. Stressed as hell. But I need something to read before bed. So I look at my bookshelf, which is half full of school books and half full of more complicated/longer novels, and my eyes rest on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/span&gt;. Bingo. The stories are about 100 pages apiece, so I can easily read them in a night (or a night and 30 minutes of a morning, which is how I read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Magician's Nephew&lt;/span&gt;). Also, they don't require much thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Magician's Nephew&lt;/span&gt; was still a little hard to get into for me, but since every 10 pages I could be like "only 90 left, only 80 left, only 70 left" et cetera, it wasn't bad at all. And once I got farther into the story, I actually really liked it. Especially the part about Aslan creating Narnia, and the lamppost/toffee tree growing, and the description of the scenery while Digory and Polly were flying to the tree of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religious allegory aside, I liked it. Religious allegory included, it was cool to relate aspects of the story to Biblical stories. Really really blatantly obvious connections to the Garden of Eden and Jesus and evil temptation, but it's a children's story so I'll let that slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't be blogging about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe&lt;/span&gt; unless my opinion of it drastically changes or something, since I've already read it. So you'll probably see me in a few days with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Horse and His Boy&lt;/span&gt;.  Since the copy I just read is part of one giant book (pictured in the "currently reading" section), I've used an image of the copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Magician's Nephew&lt;/span&gt; I have at home and received as a child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-5165146220398811756?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/5165146220398811756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/12/17-magicians-nephew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/5165146220398811756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/5165146220398811756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/12/17-magicians-nephew.html' title='17 - The Magician&apos;s Nephew'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SyFQu6xunYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HY2LpzuetM8/s72-c/The+Magician%27s+Nephew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-4815322369353890692</id><published>2009-12-06T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:13:11.767-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>16 - Le Morte D'Arthur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SyEdy5WErPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_ZpA01vxg4k/s1600-h/Le+Morte+D%27Arthur.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SyEdy5WErPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_ZpA01vxg4k/s320/Le+Morte+D%27Arthur.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413640987300113650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le Morte D'Arthur&lt;/span&gt; by Sir Thomas Malory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxford University Press, 1971&lt;br /&gt;811 pages&lt;br /&gt;Date completed: November 15, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finished this a long time ago and just forgot to write it down! So technically I should have blogged about it a few weeks ago but oh well.  Here we have Malory's Works, which is just a fancy name for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le Morte D'Arthur&lt;/span&gt;, which is all he wrote.  It is comprised of the following books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tale of King Arthur&lt;br /&gt;The Tale of the Noble King Arthur that was Emperor Himself through Dignity of his Hands&lt;br /&gt;A Noble Tale of Sir Launcelot du Lake&lt;br /&gt;The Tale of Sir Gareth of Orkney that was Called Bewmaynes&lt;br /&gt;The Book of Sir Tristram de Lyones and Iseult the Fair&lt;br /&gt;The Tale of the Sankgreal (the Holy Grail)&lt;br /&gt;The Book of Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere&lt;br /&gt;The Most Piteous Tale of the Morte Arthur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved basically every minute of this hulking tale of adventure, knights errant, scandal, and, ultimately, destruction.  Although some of the tournament and battle chapters were a little dull because they just describe who fought with who, even those weren't bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having finished this entire work, I find it strange that King Arthur and the Round Table are so glorified everywhere.  The first time I read some of the tales of King Arthur (in modern English, of course) was in third grade, because I was absolutely enthralled with the idea of Camelot already, at the age of eight! So somehow the legend of Arthur embeds itself into us at a very young age, and from then on (for me, at least), I romanticized the idea and thought Arthur was this great fictional king who did all sorts of amazing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, there's a lot of seediness under the surface in Camelot.  Right now I'm writing a paper about how withdrawn Arthur was from Britain throughout the last 650ish pages of the book, and how that caused the destruction of the Round Table.  Because yes, my friends, the Round Table/Camelot/Arthur all meet their end in this book.  It's prophecized by Merlin within the first 15 pages or so, so I don't think that spoils the book for anyone.  But again, this is an idea that doesn't really come into pop culture along with the lauding. I think people need to know. Arthur was a great king at first, but he was never, ever the greatest. He was a great warrior and leader, but he was always overshadowed by his knights on the battlefield. He eventually stops taking part in domesticating the kingdom and exploring, preferring to let his knights do all the dirty work while he sits in Camelot on his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the scandalous affair of Launcelot and Guinevere, the corruption of Gawain and his brothers, and the fact that basically none of the knights of the Round Table (barring Launcelot and a few others) really follow the code of chivalry that has been set before them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rather than this mythical, fantasy-esque book about magic and this amazing king and his amazing knights, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; Morte D'Arthur is even better! There is actual human vulnerability exposed all the time! There are conflicts that run much deeper than a clash of swords or lances.  There are subplots full of treachery, love stories, kidnappings, the quest for the frickin Holy Grail (which is achieved by Galahad the Boring as well as Bors and Percival), and a ton of humor! Knights wearing dresses over their armor, Lady Hallews with her "poisoned lip gloss" (as my professor calls it), a song written by Dynaden about how crappy King Mark of Cornwall is (Mark = the king from the Tristram and Iseult story who is Tristram's uncle and Iseult's husband. He's probably the seediest, most disgusting character in the whole book), the time Launcelot is sleeping and a knight comes in thinking Launce is his paramour and starts making out with Launce...oh man. I could go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is that this story has it all. It was really written under the pretense of relaying a religious lesson, and in the last 7 pages or so everyone gives up the world and enters nunneries/monasteries and goes to heaven, but the book itself isn't like that at all. It's about the journey: adventurous, thrilling, funny, interesting, and full of characters who are dimensional, vulnerable, and likeable. It's literally a classic (hehe, from the fourteenth century), and reading it in the original early English was a real treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so "he drewe his swerd Excalibur, but it was so bryght in his enemyes eyen that it gaf light lyke thirty torchys, and therwith he put hem on bak and slewe moche people." The epitome of medieval badass right there.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-4815322369353890692?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/4815322369353890692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/12/16-le-morte-darthur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/4815322369353890692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/4815322369353890692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/12/16-le-morte-darthur.html' title='16 - Le Morte D&apos;Arthur'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SyEdy5WErPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_ZpA01vxg4k/s72-c/Le+Morte+D%27Arthur.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-5100283507044201866</id><published>2009-11-22T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:53:21.435-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>15 - Harry Potter Should Have Died</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SwliuHj7mAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CW3nBQGas_s/s1600/Harry+Potter+Should+Have+Died.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SwliuHj7mAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CW3nBQGas_s/s320/Harry+Potter+Should+Have+Died.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406961372078249986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter Should Have Died&lt;/span&gt; by Emerson Spartz and Ben Schoen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulysses Press, 2009&lt;br /&gt;205 pages&lt;br /&gt;Date completed: November 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So someone got this for me as a fun thing, because I have been so into rereading Harry Potter this term (often foregoing sleep and homework to do so).  And while it was definitely a fun and interesting little read, several things about it bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The format of the book was that it addressed specific questions about the series.  Some were serious, some were funny.  For example: "Which character is most surprising?" Underneath the question, different opinions were addressed in long format (possible choices: Barty Crouch, Jr., Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Dudley Dursley) and at the end there was a verdict (Barty Crouch, Jr.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seemed, like I said above, like a fun, light read for pure entertainment.  For the most part, it fulfilled my expectations in that respect.  However, a lot bothered me in terms of the book's approach to the arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was often hard for me to choose one argument over another because of the way the authors formulated the arguments.  In almost every single instance, defending one opinion meant completely dissing and putting down the opposing opinion, which I totally disagree with! The point of these questions seemed to be that it was very difficult to choose between answers, and the authors often paid absolutely no respect to any other side of the argument in their defense of one side.  This often resulted in sentences that made absolutely no sense and were completely incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One aspect that bothered me was probably when the authors discussed whether the Harry Potter books should be considered among the classics of literature.  The opposing argument was ok (though I don't really buy the statement that "Harry is an orphan, which is a cliche of children's stories.  That proves that there are no new plots in the world, but tugging at the heartstrings is a great way to sell books" (Spartz &amp;amp; Schoen, 2009).  Uh, okay?  So just because some books have orphans in them means that there is no originality in the rest of the book?).  But the argument that said the HP books should be classics made me want to claw my eyes out.  Instead of proving valid points, it went on for two and a half pages attempting to relate Harry Potter to any classic it could possibly think of.  It's a coming-of-age story? Oh, so it MUST be just like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tom Sawyer&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/span&gt;! Tom Riddle was raised in an orphanage? Must be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David Copperfield&lt;/span&gt; all over again! Snape somehow resembles &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Little Prince&lt;/span&gt;?! Purebloods "arrange" marriages (though there is no evidence of this, just that they CHOOSE to marry into other pureblood families), so they must be like the families in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt;! Honestly? I mean, seriously? A classic doesn't become a classic because it has elements of other classics embedded within.  And all of those things listed above could have been found in about a million other books that AREN'T "classics" as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an avid HP fan, I really don't think this book did the issues within the series any justice.  There were no gray areas; the authors merely tried to sort the issues into black and white, which is not always possible.  It didn't work for them.  I'm sure it would have satisfied little teeny-boppers who don't delve deeper into these issues, but I was a little disappointed.  Yeah, it was ok.  Yeah, it was pretty entertaining at times.  No, I don't really think it was successful.  Especially when the authors made the arguments sound like little kids on a playground.  "You're wrong because I'm right!" "No, YOU'RE wrong!" Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-5100283507044201866?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/5100283507044201866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/11/15-harry-potter-should-have-died.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/5100283507044201866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/5100283507044201866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/11/15-harry-potter-should-have-died.html' title='15 - Harry Potter Should Have Died'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SwliuHj7mAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CW3nBQGas_s/s72-c/Harry+Potter+Should+Have+Died.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-5917684836122232310</id><published>2009-11-22T02:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T15:09:03.615-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>14 - The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SwliVjK_VCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2KKQodxczd0/s1600/The+Curious+Incident+of+the+Dog+in+the+Night-Time.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 323px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SwliVjK_VCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2KKQodxczd0/s320/The+Curious+Incident+of+the+Dog+in+the+Night-Time.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406960949993100322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time&lt;/span&gt; by Mark Haddon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage, 2003&lt;br /&gt;226 pages&lt;br /&gt;Date completed: November 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of this book made me feel for the narrator.  Christopher is an autistic boy who strikes out to write a mystery novel about a dog who was killed in his neighborhood.  However, in the process, his world just becomes more and more complex and saddening; often Christopher himself finds it overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was such a good insight into the mind of an autistic child.  When I did fieldwork in a first-grade classroom there was a child similar to Christopher, though obviously much younger.  But that was another reason I felt drawn to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, it took awhile for me to really get into this book.  I thought the beginning was all right, but I wasn't captivated until a bit farther on, when the plot starts to pick up.  Though Christopher's insights were truly interesting, I needed something else to keep me into it.  But this is one of the few books that actually caused me to gasp out loud-- more than once!-- and also was one of the few lately that I got so lost in that I was honestly surprised to see that it two hours had passed by the time I finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall...an insightful, captivating book that drew me in and became a very, very quick read.  It probably took me three hours total.  But like I said, it made me react physically, which I don't usually do.  Occasionally I giggle at things in books, and I've cried once or twice, but I usually keep the story confined in my head and don't outwardly react.  Read it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-5917684836122232310?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/5917684836122232310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/11/14-curious-incident-of-dog-in-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/5917684836122232310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/5917684836122232310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/11/14-curious-incident-of-dog-in-night.html' title='14 - The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SwliVjK_VCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2KKQodxczd0/s72-c/The+Curious+Incident+of+the+Dog+in+the+Night-Time.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-6827914020981960302</id><published>2009-11-18T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:59:03.638-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>13 - The Blithedale Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SvthCmtcrdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/c6cUBOPK03s/s1600-h/Blithedale+Romance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 329px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SvthCmtcrdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/c6cUBOPK03s/s320/Blithedale+Romance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403018875339845074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Blithedale Romance&lt;/span&gt; by Nathaniel Hawthorne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norton, 1978&lt;br /&gt;418 pages (228)&lt;br /&gt;Date completed: November 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this wasn't one of my favorite books, but it had its redeeming qualities.  Basically my favorite part was that there's a very strong female character, Zenobia.  Besides that...well, there's a lot that bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the narrator, Coverdale, is an absolute creeper.  He practically wets himself at the opportunity to hide and observe other people.  He has this special tree in the woods that he calls his "hermitage" and he hangs out in it and watches the other people who live on Blithedale farm, and they have no idea that he's watching.  At another point, he hides in his hotel room and stares out the window at his friends in another room; then he hides behind a tree in the forest outside where other characters are having a bonfire so he can watch them.  Creepiest of all, though, is when at one point he wishes he could just arrive at the farm unbeknownst to everyone else and watch them through the windows from outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.  The narrator is, among other things, basically a sneaky stalker.  He doesn't ever form real relationships with other characters because he's always judging them and imposing his own idea of their personality on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other character who bothered me a great deal was Priscilla, Zenobia's long-lost sister who is always likened to a "leaf" or an "airy breeze" or something.  Basically, she shows up at Blithedale and throws herself prostrate at her sister's feet, gazing up at her in admiration until it makes everyone else sick.  She won't talk, she won't defend herself, she just worships everyone and acts like a little mouse.  If she does anything at all, it's always something domestic-- particularly sitting off in a corner and making little purses.  And of course, Coverdale the idiot makes stupid observations, the most insane being that he believes that Priscilla will grow up to be a fine young woman because she is so capable of sublimating herself.  Uh, ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there isn't much to redeem this novel for me...I think Hawthorne is mocking the idea of a bunch of upper-class people getting together and starting a utopian society for fun.  It's impossible t0 be utopian--everyone on the farm is pushing his or her own agenda.  Therefore it's satirizing the transcendentalist movement.  Also, Zenobia is supposed to represent Margaret Fuller, which I thought was pretty cool.  Fuller was also a strong female.  Creepy though that Hawthorne has Zenobia meet the same watery end as Fuller did in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm pretty glad to be done with this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-6827914020981960302?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/6827914020981960302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/11/13-blithedale-romance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/6827914020981960302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/6827914020981960302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/11/13-blithedale-romance.html' title='13 - The Blithedale Romance'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SvthCmtcrdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/c6cUBOPK03s/s72-c/Blithedale+Romance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-450171224445840531</id><published>2009-11-17T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:41:21.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>12 - The Tales of Beedle the Bard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SwNOVtFSg0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/HF7q1L7PYcw/s1600/Tales+of+Beedle+the+Bard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SwNOVtFSg0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/HF7q1L7PYcw/s320/Tales+of+Beedle+the+Bard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405250112560726850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Tales of Beedle the Bard&lt;/span&gt; by J.K. Rowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur A. Levine, 2008&lt;br /&gt;111 pages&lt;br /&gt;Date completed: November 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hardly dislike anything from the Harry Potter series, so therefore, it's safe to assume that I enjoyed this little collection of wizarding tales.  Much like fairy tales in the "Muggle" world, these stories are the ones told to children before bedtime in the wizarding world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I just finished rereading the entire Harry Potter series, this was a great way to end it.  One of these tales plays a huge role in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deathly Hallows&lt;/span&gt;, so it was nice to be able to reread it and also read commentary from the perspective of Albus Dumbledore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of a sad moment for me, though.  I am now completely done with the Harry Potter books, which I first started reading at the age of 11 (the very same age at which Harry Potter receives his letter from Hogwarts).  It's been such an amazing experience growing up with Harry, and now I've finally closed the final final book.  I never read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beedle&lt;/span&gt; when it was first published because I had already basically forgotten the plot of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deathly Hallows&lt;/span&gt; by the time of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beedle&lt;/span&gt;'s release, so I wanted to wait to reread it.  So it's been sitting on my bookshelf for eleven lonely months, but at last it's finished.  Not to be melodramatic.  I'll never get too old for Harry Potter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-450171224445840531?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/450171224445840531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/11/12-tales-of-beedle-bard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/450171224445840531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/450171224445840531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/11/12-tales-of-beedle-bard.html' title='12 - The Tales of Beedle the Bard'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SwNOVtFSg0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/HF7q1L7PYcw/s72-c/Tales+of+Beedle+the+Bard.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-7032941626721669625</id><published>2009-11-16T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:40:13.264-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>11 - Wide Sargasso Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SwH-vCueaoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LSwdcPNzQEs/s1600/Wide+Sargasso+Sea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 374px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SwH-vCueaoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LSwdcPNzQEs/s320/Wide+Sargasso+Sea.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404881111960414850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wide Sargasso Sea&lt;/span&gt; by Jean Rhys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norton, 1982&lt;br /&gt;171 pages&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/Svth9a_NtAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/u4tJ_0mLZHI/s1600-h/Wide+Sargasso+Sea.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Date completed: November 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really spoke to me about this book was that it addressed something that I was aware of, but hadn't really given much thought to: the concept of unhomeliness.  Rather than try to explain it, I'll relate it to the book: the narrator, Antoinette, was born and raised in Jamaica.  She is white, and therefore she and her family have never been accepted by the indigenous people of Jamaica because whites on the island have always dominated the native people.  On the other hand, Antoinette is also not accepted in British culture because of her humble beginnings and the fact that her ideas and culture are so different.  Therefore, she has no true home and is suspended instead between two worlds, which is fascinating and heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reimagining of the story of Antoinette (also known as Bertha, the "mad woman in the attic" from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/span&gt;) is very powerful.  It's so interesting to see an explanation for why Antoinette might have gone mad, rather than just distancing her and seeing her as that crazy woman who is locked away.  It also made me want to reread &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/span&gt; through a new lens.  There is a great emphasis upon cultural relativism and the fact that to the English in the early 19th century, people of other cultures were considered "savage."  Despite the fact that Antoinette looks just like the English, her background is still capable of tainting her in the eyes of the British.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also interesting that not only is Antoinette suspended between two cultures, but she is also suspended between two different personas in Rochester's perspective.  He is lustfully drawn to her beauty, but at the same time he hates her and is repulsed by her connotations with "barbaric" raw nature.  The oppositions set up throughout the novel were excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a really quick read that I enjoyed delving into.  Parts of it didn't make a lot of sense to me at first, but I think upon a second reading (which I'll have to do before I write a paper about it), I'll be able to smooth out my misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-7032941626721669625?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/7032941626721669625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/11/11-wide-sargasso-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/7032941626721669625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/7032941626721669625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/11/11-wide-sargasso-sea.html' title='11 - Wide Sargasso Sea'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SwH-vCueaoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LSwdcPNzQEs/s72-c/Wide+Sargasso+Sea.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-8610639174011676864</id><published>2009-11-07T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:06:01.560-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>10 - The Fall of the House of Usher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SwG020PiztI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AB5LN2uejkM/s1600/Complete+Tales+and+Poems+EAP.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SwG020PiztI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AB5LN2uejkM/s320/Complete+Tales+and+Poems+EAP.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404799881651080914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Fall of the House of Usher" by Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book Sales, 2004&lt;br /&gt;842 pages (14)&lt;br /&gt;Date completed: November 7, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't write too much about this, because technically it's a short story.  But the 1001 books to read before you die list counts it as a book, and so do I! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the less creepy Poe stories I've read.  The narrator seems pretty reliable, too, compared to other Poe narrators.  It was packed with the usual creepy elements-- the house with windows that looked like vacant eyes, the stormy nights, the tortured souls within, and of course the fact that the Usher woman is buried alive and then comes out of the crypt to die on top of her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Creepy. The house is alive, the brother and sister are incestuous (as depicted by the way they die), and the title is both literal and figurative. There is a very quick sketch of what I got out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-8610639174011676864?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/8610639174011676864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/11/10-fall-of-house-of-usher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/8610639174011676864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/8610639174011676864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/11/10-fall-of-house-of-usher.html' title='10 - The Fall of the House of Usher'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SwG020PiztI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AB5LN2uejkM/s72-c/Complete+Tales+and+Poems+EAP.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-7573912019857845450</id><published>2009-11-05T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:46:51.124-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>9 - Written on the Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SvN643US52I/AAAAAAAAAD0/UeNcD2AF800/s1600-h/Written+on+the+Body.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SvN643US52I/AAAAAAAAAD0/UeNcD2AF800/s320/Written+on+the+Body.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400795495487694690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Written on the Body&lt;/span&gt; by Jeanette Winterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage, 1992&lt;br /&gt;190 pages&lt;br /&gt;Date completed: November 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this novel was absolutely captivating. Every single page was chocked full of lines and passages that I'd love to underline (except that then the whole novel would be underlined).  So much insight and passion packed into so few pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the narrator of this novel is androgynous and bisexual.  How interesting.  At times I felt myself needing to categorize the narrator: I often read her as female, although the text itself is careful never to give ANY indication of the narrator's sex.  What does that say about me and the way I've been taught to read?  Why do I feel the need to categorize the narrator?  In life things aren't certain.  A person's sex can be fluid in a way.  But this narrator spoke to me, and he or she definitely seemed female when I was reading.  Maybe that's because I'm female.  Maybe it's because I know that Jeanette Winterson is a lesbian.  Maybe it's because the language was so subtle that it used more feminine word choice and I didn't even notice.  So forgive me if I accidentally refer to the narrator as a female...I'll try to stick with "he or she" although it pains me to do so.  I just finished the novel and I'm feeling really attached to the narrator at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we have a novel of the deepest love and the deepest loss.  A lot of the novel feels like one long love letter (but not in a corny way at all-- in the most genuine way I've ever seen in a text).  This passage about death tugged at my heartstrings the most, though.  It's about letting a mortician prepare your loved one's body for burial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"What would you do?  Pass the body into the hands of strangers?  The body that has lain beside you in sickness and in health.  The body your arms still long for dead or not.  You were intimate with every muscle, privy to the eyelids moving in sleep.  This is the body where your name is written, passing into the hands of strangers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Winterson is a fabulous author.  This is the second book I've read by her, and it's just as powerful as the first.  When this challenge is over I'll definitely be seeking out more of her novels.  Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-7573912019857845450?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/7573912019857845450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/11/9-written-on-body.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/7573912019857845450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/7573912019857845450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/11/9-written-on-body.html' title='9 - Written on the Body'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SvN643US52I/AAAAAAAAAD0/UeNcD2AF800/s72-c/Written+on+the+Body.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-888073947720985064</id><published>2009-11-03T02:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:32:21.364-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>8 - Walden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/Su-oBptFBsI/AAAAAAAAADs/OFfxVHCQCqg/s1600-h/Walden.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/Su-oBptFBsI/AAAAAAAAADs/OFfxVHCQCqg/s320/Walden.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399719224568776386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walden&lt;/span&gt; by Henry David Thoreau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norton, 2008&lt;br /&gt;672 pages (224)&lt;br /&gt;Date completed: November 2, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a series of meticulous observations, Thoreau chronicles his years living alone in the forest on the shore of Walden Pond.  I found the whole premise of this interesting...although I value my alone time, I could never build myself a home and live there alone for years.  However, it's more interesting that Thoreau himself continually claims that he didn't do this to get away from people.  In fact, he says exactly the opposite: he loves company, whether in the form of humans or animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thoreau is basically pretty badass.  How many people do you know who are comfortable enough in their own skins to just go off and live by themselves for 2 years?  And on top of it, he doesn't develop any bitterness toward the rest of humanity and doesn't preach against society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't to say that Thoreau doesn't have plenty of radical individualistic views.  He is also vehemently opposed to the accumulation of material possessions (which is a great premise, but is practically impossible to relate to in this country and century.  If he could resurrect himself and just walk into my (or any) dorm room, I'm pretty sure he'd be shellshocked).  I really like a lot of his ideas because they're thoughtful and insightful and meant (at least on some level) to improve society as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love most about Thoreau, however, is his complete loyalty to his own beliefs.  This crops up in his essay "Civil Disobedience" quite frequently, and to me, it's what makes Thoreau COMPLETELY outstrip Emerson when it comes to transcendentalism.  Sure, Emerson's ideas were more complex at times.  But Thoreau believes that if you don't like your government, then you shouldn't support it.  So what does he do? He refuses to pay his poll tax, gets thrown into jail, and exalts in it! He's actually happy to be in jail because it means that he's in the society of others who are anti-government. Whereas Emerson preaches about solitude yet is this social butterfly in Concord (cough. hypocrite!), Thoreau actually practices what he preaches. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum this all up...the ending of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walden&lt;/span&gt; makes it even more amazing.  Basically, Thoreau is like, "Ok, I'm done. I learned shit. Time to move on."  He moves out of the forest simply because he has "several more lives to live" (p. 217).  Not because he has a particular agenda, but because he wants to explore and live as fully as he possibly can.  I adore the man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-888073947720985064?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/888073947720985064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/10/8-walden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/888073947720985064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/888073947720985064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/10/8-walden.html' title='8 - Walden'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/Su-oBptFBsI/AAAAAAAAADs/OFfxVHCQCqg/s72-c/Walden.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-7085279273410899030</id><published>2009-10-15T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:53:47.628-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Correction</title><content type='html'>Upon going through my library on Excel and reorganizing, I have a correction to make. There are only about 240 books I have to read, not 300. This is because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The original list included a LOT of duplicate books (e.g. both hardcover and paperback editions of the same book). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It also included books I never read as a child (a few in the American Girls series, for example, and some Tamora Pierce).  I recategorized most of these children's books because, quite frankly, I'll probably be donating a lot of them to libraries rather than reading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There have also been a few books I've sold on Amazon.  This project has caused me to sift through books and evaluate whether I'll ever read them.  For example, I recently sold Philippa Gregory's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wideacre&lt;/span&gt; because reading it the first time, I couldn't finish due to the explicit incest going on.  Normally I try to keep an open mind, but I just had absolutely zero interest in reading it.  So rather than either forcing myself to read it or never truly achieving my goal of reading ALL of my books, I just sold it.  Another example: At a harvest festival a few years ago, I bought some ancient Jean Plaidy paperbacks for 25 cents apiece.  Some of them were parts of a series.  At the time of their purchase, I didn't realize the series were out of print.  So rather than purchasing the rest of the series, I just have been selling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the plan remains to keep chugging along. I'll read all the stand-alone novels by themselves first, without buying any new books.  Toward the end of this project, however, I have determined that I will indeed have to buy a few books. This is because I have some incomplete (and in print) series that will need to be filled in. For example, I have the first 3 books in the Outlander series. I've read the first. When I finally get around to reading the rest of the series, I'm going to be finishing the WHOLE series, not just the first 3. So I'll need to purchase the other books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's an update for you! I'm still rereading Harry Potter, so there's nothing new at the moment. Next week I'll have finished 2 books, so there will be 2 updates. Until then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-7085279273410899030?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/7085279273410899030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/10/correction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/7085279273410899030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/7085279273410899030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/10/correction.html' title='Correction'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-3162152078284899933</id><published>2009-09-24T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:23:48.169-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>7 - Mrs. Dalloway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SrryMnO3V6I/AAAAAAAAADc/xtDl3IchTyA/s1600-h/Mrs.+Dalloway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 376px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SrryMnO3V6I/AAAAAAAAADc/xtDl3IchTyA/s320/Mrs.+Dalloway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384882602978531234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mrs. Dalloway&lt;/span&gt; by Virginia Woolf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annotated edition, Harcourt, 2005&lt;br /&gt;225 pages&lt;br /&gt;Date Completed: September 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the 28th book I've read this year! So much about this novel absolutely captivated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the narrative. Although it had a penchant for becoming confusing at first, this version of stream-of-consciousness was by far the most intriguing I've ever encountered. Woolf seamlessly blends the thoughts of various characters throughout the narrative, so that the reader is presented with the thoughts of a variety of characters. We see the action occurring through the eyes of anyone: from Mrs. Dalloway herself to a random woman walking down a London sidewalk. One of my favorite instances of this occurs at the beginning of the novel when Mrs. Dalloway is walking through London. I had to basically approach the narrative in a whole new way because I'd never been exposed to anything written this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with Mrs. Dalloway's character right from the start, when she decisively declares that she'll "buy the flowers herself." She's not passive; rather, it seems that she has verve and conviction without being a radical. It says a lot for her character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the fact that Mrs. Dalloway is middle-aged (52, I think). According to my professor, it was revolutionary that a novel be told from the perspective of a woman this old, because most stories written in the 1920s from the point of view of a woman focused upon a young woman who was beautiful and would eventually end up with a husband. Mrs. Dalloway, on the other hand, has already grown up: she's no longer beautiful, she's married and is thus no longer "on the market," she's no longer desirable, and this novel is a beautiful depiction of what a typical day is like for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happens. She buys flowers, visits a friend, reminisces, and throws a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the novel, time continues to intrude. Time is unalterable, and it imposes constantly, so there's this kind of eerie undertone of mortality running throughout. Big Ben chiming over and over. Keeping the characters in check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-3162152078284899933?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/3162152078284899933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/09/6-mrs-dalloway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/3162152078284899933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/3162152078284899933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/09/6-mrs-dalloway.html' title='7 - Mrs. Dalloway'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SrryMnO3V6I/AAAAAAAAADc/xtDl3IchTyA/s72-c/Mrs.+Dalloway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-1884562309711303403</id><published>2009-09-14T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:08:16.999-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Attempting to find order in this chaos</title><content type='html'>I would just like to make it known that I have still been reading! It's just that I'm taking 19 credits of advanced classes this term and thus far have had no time to blog about individual books (or blog at all, really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books I've read thus far are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt; by F. Scott Fitzgerald (8/31/09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nature&lt;/span&gt; by Ralph Waldo Emerson (9/9/09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Tale of King Arthur&lt;/span&gt; by Sir Thomas Malory (9/13/09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also reread &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets&lt;/span&gt;, but since they're rereads, they won't get individual blog posts. Whenever I get a free five minutes, I eagerly snatch at the opportunity to work on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;/span&gt;. Right now, a light dose of Harry Potter is all I can handle when compared to reading Emerson, Malory, literary criticism, gender criticism, Woolf, and botany things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've already had 2 stress-related ice cream emergencies this term, I can't say when I'll be able to return and do full-length blogs. Most of my time is allocated between classes, preparing for classes, stressing about classes, and friends/boyfriend. Probably on a weekend when I'm not in Vermont or at home I'll have time. But I haven't abandoned the blog, nor have I accumulated or purchased any more books. I shall return as soon as possible. In the meantime, all I can do is apologize for the current state of disarray that is Project Bibliophile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-1884562309711303403?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/1884562309711303403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/09/attempting-to-find-order-in-this-chaos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/1884562309711303403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/1884562309711303403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/09/attempting-to-find-order-in-this-chaos.html' title='Attempting to find order in this chaos'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-6549187641757247598</id><published>2009-09-10T02:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:25:56.091-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>6 - Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/Srr2ibKgtjI/AAAAAAAAADk/ujGZnecozcw/s1600-h/Nature.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/Srr2ibKgtjI/AAAAAAAAADk/ujGZnecozcw/s320/Nature.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384887375742678578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nature by Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguin, 1981&lt;br /&gt;668 pages (43)&lt;br /&gt;Date Completed: September 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of notorious for a loathing of Emerson. However, the more I read by him, the more I come to a sense of tolerance toward him. Nature is one of the essays that converted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many ideas he presents throughout the essay that I really liked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nature should be prized: you should go out into the world and experience the world. It's impossible to experience the world through books alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't closet yourself in a library reading about people in the past and studying their work. Go forth into the world and create your own ideas. Allow some ideas to inspire you, but question everything. Don't just read for the sake of adopting someone else's ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The individual is godlike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There is potential in the future. We rely on the thoughts and ideas of the past (see #2), but we should instead be making our own thoughts and ideas. We've become too bound to our past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Nature is everything outside yourself. Remain open-minded about those things that aren't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Being obsessed with material commodities corrupts you and keeps you away from the spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. There is a great sense of individuality in the essay. You can't just get together in a group and say "ok, let's go transcend!" Transcendentalism is an individual quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. It relates a lot to Plato's allegory of the cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You have to survive and live in the world, but transcend and break away sometimes. Living in the world doesn't mean you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; that world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some aspects of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nature&lt;/span&gt; seem pretty idealistic, and there's always the annoying fact that Emerson's works are basically compilations of quotes, but I can buy some of what he says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-6549187641757247598?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/6549187641757247598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-nature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/6549187641757247598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/6549187641757247598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-nature.html' title='6 - Nature'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/Srr2ibKgtjI/AAAAAAAAADk/ujGZnecozcw/s72-c/Nature.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-1531669262920723187</id><published>2009-08-31T23:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:51:44.451-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>5 - The Curious Case of Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SpyPEyHoe4I/AAAAAAAAADU/zuJVDji79eE/s1600-h/The+Curious+Case+of+Benjamin+Button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SpyPEyHoe4I/AAAAAAAAADU/zuJVDji79eE/s320/The+Curious+Case+of+Benjamin+Button.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376329367509564290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;br /&gt;by F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date completed: August 31, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I read it: the theatre, the campus center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had downloaded this precious story onto my iPod (for free!) awhile ago, and it's the first iPod book I completed! So that's cool. I really like that older books are available on iTunes for free...I guess their copyrights are expired or something? But basically all of the older classics are available. Although I will never make the switch from real books to electronic books, it was cool to dabble in electronics for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt; was a little gem! I was really impressed with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I started this post in August and it's now November, so obviously I won't have time to finish it anytime soon. So here is what I started.  From what I remember, this was an insightful story that toyed with norms for both age and gender.  Hopefully I'll get around to elaborating at some point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-1531669262920723187?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/1531669262920723187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-curious-case-of-benjamin-button.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/1531669262920723187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/1531669262920723187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-curious-case-of-benjamin-button.html' title='5 - The Curious Case of Benjamin Button'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SpyPEyHoe4I/AAAAAAAAADU/zuJVDji79eE/s72-c/The+Curious+Case+of+Benjamin+Button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-4876315076191608031</id><published>2009-08-17T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:16:43.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Preliminary school year plans!</title><content type='html'>On the 30th of August, I'll be shipping out and heading back to school for my senior year.  I don't want to turn this project into a rigid regimen or anything (which would probably take the fun out of it), but at the same time, I need some sort of structure in order to get myself out of this mess of unread books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after some quick deliberating, I came up with a tentative goal :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm going to read at least one book per week throughout the school year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I start quivering in my boots at the thought of reading so much during a time overflowing with homework, I also added a few clauses (let's call them pansy clauses):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. This rule does not apply to midterm week or finals week and/or the week preceding finals week.&lt;br /&gt;2. It is okay to miss a week or two because things come up.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am not to beat myself up if I miss a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Accomplishing this goal will require me to read about 17-20 books between now and December 31 (yay!), and I'm itching to choose which books to bring to school with me.  I just have to make myself pick books I can actually read in about 7 hours, which is probably all I'll have per week!  Thaaat should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hard time reading at the moment.  I feel like an utter failure.  The books I have left at Jon's are all either too long to read at the moment (the likes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atlas Shrugged&lt;/span&gt;) or they require too much thought to be able to get through them quickly.  Since today is my last day of work, and tomorrow is Jon's, we're about to start 10ish days of relaxing and fun and road trips, not to mention that his 21st birthday is Wednesday.  Needless to say, I will not be having a lot of reading time until I get to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book I really have been wanting to read is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Jane Austen Book Club&lt;/span&gt;, but when I bought it (for $1!) I wanted to wait to read it until I'd read all of Austen's novels.  Well...after a summer of almost solely Austen, I'm pretty sick of her (don't shoot me!), so I'm saving her remaining novels until later.  But I still want to read a fluffy, comfortable, feel-good book about her books!  Maybe I'll just read it anyway.  Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le Morte&lt;/span&gt; is being chipped away at.  The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slaugherhouse &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emma&lt;/span&gt; posts will be updated.  That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-4876315076191608031?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/4876315076191608031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/08/preliminary-school-year-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/4876315076191608031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/4876315076191608031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/08/preliminary-school-year-plans.html' title='Preliminary school year plans!'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-5741880959068785536</id><published>2009-08-15T10:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:32:02.079-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>4 - Slaughterhouse-Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SobHKLrAWCI/AAAAAAAAADM/comS1PAZtLY/s1600-h/Slaughterhouse-Five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SobHKLrAWCI/AAAAAAAAADM/comS1PAZtLY/s320/Slaughterhouse-Five.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370198583431682082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Date Completed: August 15, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places Read: the living room, Jonny's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to read this for class sophomore year.  I read about half to 3/4 of it before I stopped.  So last night I picked it up after dinner, read 180 pages, and read the remaining 30ish this morning when I got up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are SO many things I love about this book.  I'll edit this post later with details, commentary, analysis, etc.  I just wanted to mark down that I did finish it, in basically one night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-5741880959068785536?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/5741880959068785536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/08/4-slaughterhouse-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/5741880959068785536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/5741880959068785536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/08/4-slaughterhouse-five.html' title='4 - Slaughterhouse-Five'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SobHKLrAWCI/AAAAAAAAADM/comS1PAZtLY/s72-c/Slaughterhouse-Five.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-2918660698963250411</id><published>2009-08-14T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:29:51.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>3 - Emma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/Snm9K5mTlnI/AAAAAAAAACk/-z2ZlA8X6uA/s1600-h/emma+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/Snm9K5mTlnI/AAAAAAAAACk/-z2ZlA8X6uA/s320/emma+2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366528425946486386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Date completed: August 13, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I read it: my perfect bench at BCCC, my room in Doylestown, all over the house in Doylestown, in the car on the way to Philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane Austen wrote &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emma&lt;/span&gt; knowing that no one would really like her; however, I actually do like the character of Emma.  She is sometimes very blind and naive, but she is always willing to self-reflect and is always ashamed by the more horrible things she does.  I enjoyed watching her grow into a more experienced individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her union with Mr. Knightley is one of those Austen couples that a lot of people seem to object to.  I thought it was much more plausible than Marianne's marriage to Colonel Brandon in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&amp;amp;S &lt;/span&gt;though-- despite Emma's constant protestations that she wouldn't ever marry, I knew from the beginning that she'd end up with Knightley, merely because he is literally the only person in the novel who ever sees anything imperfect about Emma.  He alone is willing to criticize her behaviors (to her face) and to see some sort of fault in her.  Well, I mean, Mrs. Elton is often critical too, but her motivation is spite.  Mr. Knightley makes Emma a better person, and I really grew to love him toward the end of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Emma's situation in life was really interesting, especially for an Austen novel.  Normally, Austen writes about poor girls, often with siblings, who are desperately trying to get married.  Emma doesn't need that; she's financially secure by herself.  She makes declarations all throughout the novel about being unwilling to marry, and even believes that love cannot touch her.  So this novel presented a really unique plot-- instead of the women whose main purpose is to marry, Emma is quite independent already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters of Mrs. Elton and Harriet Smith really bothered me.  Mrs. Elton is obviously written to be really annoying, and Harriet is only annoying because Emma made her that way.  But she (H) is so impressionable!  She denies a proposal from the man she loves merely because Emma believes him to be inferior!  Yeah, she wants to impress Emma.  Yeah, she's really happy that Emma is paying attention to her.  I know she's supposed to be really simple and moldable.  It just bugged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this novel didn't really pull me in until I was about halfway through...it dragged at times...but the end redeemed itself for me, I guess.  Infallible Emma becomes more human, succumbs to love, is more self-aware, and yet remains caring and happy.  It all ends too perfectly, of course (what was with the chicken robberies on the last page?!  I find it hard to believe that Mr. Woodhouse would suddenly change his mind about the marriage just because of that!  I don't care how ornery and silly he is!), but what else is there to expect from an Austen novel?  I just really liked her character constructions in this one.  So, so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-2918660698963250411?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/2918660698963250411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-emma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/2918660698963250411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/2918660698963250411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-emma.html' title='3 - Emma'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/Snm9K5mTlnI/AAAAAAAAACk/-z2ZlA8X6uA/s72-c/emma+2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-3540819392280463382</id><published>2009-08-13T03:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:30:45.389-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>The curse of coupons</title><content type='html'>I have an email address that I give out to stores when I purchase things online; I also use it when I join a website or fill out a form for a store member card.  It's a bit like an email address that generates purely junk.  It has become the bane of my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one were to peer into the inbox for this email address at exactly this moment (43 unread messages), one would find the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARIO BADESCU&lt;/span&gt; wants me to try new skin products!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAP.COM&lt;/span&gt; wishes to inform me that 1969 Premium Jeans have been introduced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BORDERS REWARDS&lt;/span&gt; has generously awarded me a 40% off coupon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VICTORIA'S SECRET&lt;/span&gt; has just received a whole new shipment of sweaters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AERIE&lt;/span&gt; bras are all 30% off, whoopee! (ahem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;URBAN OUTFITTERS&lt;/span&gt; really, really wants the honor of decorating my apartment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JCREW &lt;/span&gt;has added new items to its final sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMAZON.COM &lt;/span&gt;has --shocker-- new bestsellers in fiction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLD NAVY&lt;/span&gt; is offering deals for $5, $10, and $15!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMERICAN EAGLE&lt;/span&gt; wants me to buy something ASAP so I can get $10 cash back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BARNES AND NOBLE &lt;/span&gt;realized that my life would be incomplete without a 15% coupon (and that's ON TOP of my regular member discount)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you getting the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's particularly difficult for a recovering book-buyingaholic to receive these emails from Borders, B&amp;amp;N, and Amazon without drooling a bit and beginning to froth at the mouth.  40% off?!  How can I let it go to waste??  A month ago I would have been perusing the websites for bargain books that just "needed" to be included in my future library, regardless of whether I planned on actually reading these books anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a long, hard road, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you ask, don't I just unsubscribe to all of these emails?  Well, for starters, sometimes I really do want that Badescu Enzyme Cleansing Gel.  Sometimes I am actually in need of a 30% off bra.  In reference to unsubscribing to the book emails...I just can't do it.  It's comforting to know that while I am shunning bookstores, they haven't forgotten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I do get to put that 40% off Borders coupon to good use tomorrow.  I've been waiting for such a coupon to appear, because I'm sorely in need of a GRE prep book, and am unwilling to purchase one full-price.  I feel bad enough as it is buying the book, so I feel like I should at least purchase it for 60% of what it's worth.  Textbooks don't even count toward my nonbookbuying vow, yet I still feel guilty.  (Do you like all the new words I'm coming up with today?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, August 10th marked one month of me not buying books!  I'm really happy with how I'm doing so far.  Yeah, I caved and bought a book for my lunch break at News Channel 9, but I also returned it ASAP and mentally flogged myself, haha.  I've only read 3 books in a month, but like I said...I've been really busy.  There's suddenly a lot more to do when you're living with your boyfriend. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about 30 pages left of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emma&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm taking a lunch break today and will finish it then, so hopefully when I get back to work afterward I'll have time for another update.  If not, count on one tomorrow (my day off)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-3540819392280463382?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/3540819392280463382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/08/curse-of-coupons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/3540819392280463382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/3540819392280463382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/08/curse-of-coupons.html' title='The curse of coupons'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-1678515470865504917</id><published>2009-08-05T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:41:31.335-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Still kicking</title><content type='html'>I have many excuses for why I have not yet finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Trips to Vermont&lt;br /&gt;2. Working daily&lt;br /&gt;3. Using my spare time for other things, i.e. running/writing/washing the car/going to the movies/cooking&lt;br /&gt;4. I've been knitting the ginormous and amazing baby blanket (beautiful basketweave squares of yellow, blue, and green)&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a life&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't often take lunch breaks at work anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is disappointing!  But I thought I'd update with a bit of what will be coming up after Austen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provided that nothing else occurs in the form of alien invasions, meteor strikes, hurricanes, nuclear war, etc, I'll be finishing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emma &lt;/span&gt;at my usual lightning speed.  Then comes... TEXTBOOKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read that correctly.  Yes, there were exclamation points  and capitalization involved.  That's because these textbooks aren't just any boring old textbooks.  Oh no.  These are multiple versions of Malory's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le Morte Darthur&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SnnDurfqmiI/AAAAAAAAACs/22geE8qJX7Y/s1600-h/14319483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SnnDurfqmiI/AAAAAAAAACs/22geE8qJX7Y/s320/14319483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366535637705595426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SnnD-lopqvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/J3bmTCzr8Tw/s1600-h/works-sir_thomas_malory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SnnD-lopqvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/J3bmTCzr8Tw/s320/works-sir_thomas_malory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366535911010577138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SnnD3OBDyAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/T4vhPhJ6chs/s1600-h/14597009.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SnnD3OBDyAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/T4vhPhJ6chs/s320/14597009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366535784411416578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a lot of the Norton Critical edition of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le Morte&lt;/span&gt; during my freshman year for a different class.  However, this fall, I'm taking a class solely devoted to my beloved Sir Thomas Malory, and that involves new versions of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le Morte &lt;/span&gt;(Oxford and Signet) and a looooot of reading.  The Oxford is written in Middle English (as in, nothing is spelled correctly or consistently and there are all sorts of weird phrases), while the Signet is in modern English.  As soon as I get a notebook (to jot down family trees, character explanations--there are TOO MANY KNIGHTS to keep track of, and other thoughts as I read) and finish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emma, &lt;/span&gt;I'll be a scholar once again.  I can't wait to dive back into Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, Tristan and Iseult, Merlin, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I go back to school, I'll be doing something I've been eagerly anticipating ALL summer-- rereading the Harry Potter series!!! I like reading easier things during the school year, since the books I read for class are usually pretty difficult. So while I couldn't justify a complete series rereading this summer, it'll be happening come September 7th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be hearing from me again in a few days when I finish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-1678515470865504917?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/1678515470865504917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-kicking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/1678515470865504917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/1678515470865504917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-kicking.html' title='Still kicking'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/SnnDurfqmiI/AAAAAAAAACs/22geE8qJX7Y/s72-c/14319483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-1173498790380880918</id><published>2009-07-29T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:38:59.823-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>So the official count of books to read is...*drum roll*...almost exactly 300!!!  It might be a few more or less than that, but it's the most precise count I can get at the moment.   Luckily awhile ago I started a computerized library catalog for my books in Microsoft Excel, complete with a color-coding system.   I haven't finished it completely, but most of it is done.  First, I cataloged my books using the following columns: author's last name, author's first/middle name(s), book title, publication date, category, subcategory 1, subcategory 2, subcategory 3. The final column lists where/when I came into possession of the book, if I remember (what store and in what city, who I was with, what other books I got there, etc.  Yes, I'm strange).  Then, I color-coded each book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green = books I read&lt;br /&gt;Pink = books I haven't read&lt;br /&gt;Purple = books I read part of (for instance, I had to read a few short stories from James Baldwin's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Notes of a Native Son&lt;/span&gt; for a class this winter, but I didn't read the entire book. So it's classified as purple.)&lt;br /&gt;Yellow = books that "don't count" toward the read/unread lists (these are mostly textbooks and reference books)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This system is really useful to me, because I can see at a glance exactly where each book stands.  I can also sort the books into genre and sub-genre with a few clicks of the mouse, so that's helpful too.  I just have to remember to keep updating the colors as I finish books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably sound like a crazy person, but books are one of my major hobbies, and I LOVE organizing things, so making my library electronic was honestly really fun for me. Knowing that I have this resource at my disposal quiets my brain, somehow.  It's like iTunes.  I have to have my iTunes library organized perfectly all the time-- I'm talking title/artist/album all typed correctly and with capital letters (because sometimes when I download them they turn up crazy-looking), and everything has to have album artwork and a genre.  Otherwise I feel like it's a big mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did I get so OCD?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in other news...last week while I was interning at ABC, I realized that--GASP--I had forgotten to bring a book to read during my lunch break!  Yes, I succumbed and purchased a book to read during lunch.  Yes, I felt so guilty afterward that I subsequently returned the book in shame and mortification.  So I don't know if that counts as breaking my vow not to buy books, but I'm definitely learning to quell my book-purchasing tendencies.  It's a lot easier this summer because I'm not actually making any money (not even from babysitting, since I'm living in PA), and it's hard for me to even fill up my gas tank (and that's pathetic because I get freaking 40 mpg and my car only holds 11 gallons), so it's not like I have money for extra stuff right now anyway, haha.  Which is good.  I've got to save up for next year and independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, however, acquired a few books for free.  I'm currently doing a second internship at a tutoring center at a college in Pennsylvania, and every single classroom building has all these bookshelves full of free books.  I can't help but take advantage of this, AND I've put a few of my books on the shelves for others to take, so it's more acceptable.  Yesterday I found a brand new hardcover copy of David Sedaris's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim&lt;/span&gt;, along with Philip Roth's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Portnoy's Complaint&lt;/span&gt;, a book by my darling John Fowles, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fiery Cross &lt;/span&gt;by Diana Gabaldon (also brand new, and the big version, not the mass market paperback), a Shakespeare biography, and a Norton reader.  In exchange, I put a few books on the shelf that I'll never ever read but somehow acquired: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Firm&lt;/span&gt; by John Grisham, a few things by James Patterson, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prague&lt;/span&gt; by Arthur Phillips, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's where I am now.  I'm currently halfway through Jane Austen's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emma&lt;/span&gt;, which is pretty good considering that I only read for an hour per day (my lunch break) Monday-Thursday, and I just started it Monday.  I should have more time to read it Friday, since that's my day off.  For now, evenings are dedicated to snuggling with Jon and the puppies, watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody Loves Raymond&lt;/span&gt;, and knitting a baby blanket for Angela (and I have quite a few more squares to finish!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-1173498790380880918?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/1173498790380880918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/1173498790380880918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/1173498790380880918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-3559911126077333933</id><published>2009-07-20T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:55:29.630-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>2 - Handle With Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/Smd03Pmb6LI/AAAAAAAAACM/c5kz_-SB0-0/s1600-h/Handle+With+Care.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/Smd03Pmb6LI/AAAAAAAAACM/c5kz_-SB0-0/s320/Handle+With+Care.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361382373837236402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Date Completed: July 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I read it: Tompkins Hall, BCCC, my room in Fulton, my room in Doylestown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Jodi Picoult.  I have mixed feelings about Jodi.  For some reason, I'm always reluctant to read her books.  On the other hand, once I read them, I'm almost always glad I did. The stories are generally pretty enthralling and easy to get into, so once I get done procrastinating, Picoult books only take a day to finish.  Jon's mom is really into Jodi, so this always happens when a new one comes out and she gives it to me to borrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was really intense, maybe more so than anything else I've read by Picoult.  One of the main characters, Charlotte, sacrifices absolutely everything for her daughter: her marriage, her other daughter, her dignity, her "reputation" (and by that, I mean her actions cause people nationwide to point fingers at her and criticize her), and at times, her self-respect. I definitely give her credit for that. It made me think a lot about what I'd do in that situation. I'm not a mother, so obviously I can't relate TOO much, but holy crap.  I don't know if I could do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides the stupid Jodi cliches (a child with an incurable disease, the inevitable angsty lawyer, courtroom scenes, and even the abrupt ending shrouded in death), this was an enjoyable read. It reminded me a lot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/span&gt;, but like I said, I didn't really expect this book to be a masterpiece, so it's ok.  It was great entertainment for an evening, and the relationships between characters kept me thinking, that's for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-3559911126077333933?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/3559911126077333933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-handle-with-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/3559911126077333933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/3559911126077333933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-handle-with-care.html' title='2 - Handle With Care'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/Smd03Pmb6LI/AAAAAAAAACM/c5kz_-SB0-0/s72-c/Handle+With+Care.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-4906029777354083707</id><published>2009-07-14T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:11:25.881-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>1 - Sense and Sensibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/Sly4-X0NoFI/AAAAAAAAABA/1mDGbExsFlE/s1600-h/Sense+and+Sensibility.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/Sly4-X0NoFI/AAAAAAAAABA/1mDGbExsFlE/s320/Sense+and+Sensibility.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358361038348460114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've had this book for about 3 years...it was assigned reading for one of my freshman classes in college.  Back then, I definitely didn't read it as well as I could have, so I decided to really spend some time on it this summer while I have a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date completed: July 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I read it: Columbia Hall, my house, Panera Breads in Syracuse (NY) and Montgomeryville (PA), a Wegmans parking lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane Austen has really charmed me as of late.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love her narration-- the narrators in her novels, especially &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sense and Sensibility&lt;/span&gt;, are almost separate characters, full of witticisms and snide observations that show that Austen herself was able to poke fun at the conventions of her society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following Elinor and Marianne's stories was especially powerful for me because I can relate to both of them: I have known heartbreak the way Marianne has, but I have also known what it's like to stifle it and act normal, like Elinor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the ending could have been developed a little more, though. The part when Edward isn't actually married is a great plot twist, but Marianne and Colonel Brandon? Really? I mean, I grew to love Colonel Brandon, but I'm not entirely convinced that Marianne would marry him.  Toward the end of the novel, Austen devotes a lot of time to Edward and Elinor, but sums up Marianne and Colonel Brandon's engagement in what seems like just a paragraph or two, when really, their part of the story deserves an equal amount of attention. The reader already knew how much Elinor loved Edward. Why use so much page space talking about them instead of elaborating on how Marianne finally grew to fall for Brandon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending definitely didn't spoil the book for me; it just left me with a lot of questions. Overall, the book was a great read. I enjoyed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt; more, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sense and Sensibility&lt;/span&gt; is just as worthy of attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-4906029777354083707?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/4906029777354083707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/07/1-sense-and-sensibility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/4906029777354083707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/4906029777354083707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/07/1-sense-and-sensibility.html' title='1 - Sense and Sensibility'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/Sly4-X0NoFI/AAAAAAAAABA/1mDGbExsFlE/s72-c/Sense+and+Sensibility.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388249240100978193.post-476693179965614626</id><published>2009-07-10T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:50:42.560-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>Overture</title><content type='html'>As an English major and lifelong bibliophile, I have amassed quite the collection of books in my 21 years of life. This has proven to be a bit of a problem...not because of the sheer number of books (about 800), but rather because of the amount of those books I haven't read yet (exact count pending, but probably 150-200). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I've purchased the books myself (and I'll admit, there's no place I like to shop at more than a bookstore) or received them as gifts, eventually I just got overwhelmed and never managed to catch up.  Therefore, I've decided that I can't put it off any longer. I need to read these books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, folks. I'm not going to buy a single book until I've read every last book I already own.  It might take years, but I'm willing to go through with this. This blog will be where I record the books I finish/the progress I've made/my woes and sufferings/my book-buying withdrawal/anything else I feel is necessary. Here goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4388249240100978193-476693179965614626?l=projectbibliophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/feeds/476693179965614626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/07/overture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/476693179965614626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4388249240100978193/posts/default/476693179965614626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projectbibliophile.blogspot.com/2009/07/overture.html' title='Overture'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812576057290608092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLz5Tv5cTP4/S95QVYv00pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AnFKKx415J4/S220/books055+by+wyns_icons.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
