Why 100?

Last year I set out to read 100 books, but I ran out of time and only read 75. So this year, I will read one hundred books. And you're my witness :) The only thing stopping me this year is 9 seasons' worth of Seinfeld episodes- wish me luck!

Monday, May 31, 2010

a room with no view 35??????

To start the summer off on the right foot, I decided to begin with one of those almost classic literature books- E.M. Forster's A Room with a View.
How quaint and full of peculiar social antics from a time much less complicated but more complicated in rules and heresay than the time of today.  these books always remind me how lucky we are to be able to tell our significant other details about our past- for instance, how many sexual partners we have had, when and where our first kiss was, etc.  or even to be able to tell the person we love that we love them without going through parents, friends, nosy relatives and neighbors.  it's interesting that she withheld the fact that a young man, who she knew, kissed her suddenly (on the CHEEK!!!) and it was never spoken of again, lest it mar her reputation, and she let it do so by worrying about it and not telling her fiance about it.  how rediculous is this?  perhaps it was an allegorical kiss- the kiss of SEX.  that's right, i said it: SEX.  sex sex sex sex :)  and you know who is going to go see sex and the city 2 tomorrow?  this gal.  so i feel one more sex is in order- SEX!  yes! 

Saturday, May 22, 2010

last school assignment of the year.... and a great historical fiction (32 and 33 respectively)


dos libros para the end of the school year..... one of them lead me to find googleReader and the other? gave me yet another perspective on the civil rights era in jackson, mississippi. according to a family friend, who happened to have been raised as a rich, white girl in the pre-civil rights tennesee and mississippi, this book was bullshit and lies. but i have to wonder how much of that is because she was raised well by a good family and how much is because her eyes were covered to any sins of the white man against the black.


The Help by Kathryn Stockett was great. It felt like it may go on forever, but it was really quality writing. It made me feel like I was in their shoes- always the sign of a good novel. I don't understand how people can treat other people as less than human- pay them less than minimum wage for more than maximum work, but it happens to be something that happens, sadly, every day, past and present. But words are very powerful. The creation of a novel of true stories published under anonymous names with the good and the bad of the sub-par treatment is something that I wish would have been actually done and not a fictional idea (that's sort of ironic.... it's a fictional account of a somewhat true story of true anonymous stories.... wait, what??) anyway, this was good. real good. better than minny's chocolate pie. i do wish there would have been a bit more of a wrap up. i would like to know what happened to some of the maids, the society ladies, any backlash or positive beyond what they told us at the conclusion of the book. i also wish someone would write the modern day mexican/american version of this story. i would love to step into those shoes for a few literary moments. im sure that story will be told at some point, if not already out there. home help is something that is kind of a touchy subject. i wonder..... well, the familyt friend that claims this story is "complete bullshit" happens to not know the first thing about her way around the kitchen, with the exception of where the wine glasses are and how to heat up pre-made appetizers. i'm not saying she is alone in this department. plenty of people that were not raised with home help know plenty less than she does about the way around their kitchen, but i cannot imagine not having the curiousity to wonder how and why things taste the way they do. i happen to have a certain interest in this topic, but thats just me. hmmmmmm how can we not be curious about how everything happens and why? im guilty of this myself but why don't i wonder how the tv is showing us color pictures and what makes this couch so comfortable. and why it is dark outside and what brought the storm front in. but we all have our interests don't we? it's time we all figured out our own. so i'll stick to my books and my kitchen and perhaps find one new thing. perhaps in the form of a new job?
here's hoping**