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books read in February
Feb. 28th, 2007 01:24 pmThe Island of Doctor Moreau by H.G. Wells
Foreign Babes in Beijing: Behind the Scenes of a New China by Rachel Dewoskin
The Last Kingdom by Bernard Cornwell
One for Sorrow, Two for Joy by Clive Woodall
Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain
The Nasty Bits by Anthony Bourdain
Of the books I read this month, the most enteraining were the memoir pieces by Bourdain and Dewoskin. Bourdain writes like he talks, there's something attractive about his insane arrogance when you know he earned the rights to it all the hard way. Plus, he's funny. Dewoskin was also funny, if less profane. It made me want to move to a foreign country and star as the insane, slutty American girl in a government financed TV show. Awesome.
The book by Woodall was actually sort of disappointing. The jacket blurb billed it as something in the tradition of Adams' Watership Down. It didn't come close. I think if you added some nice illustrations, this would make an excellent book for younger readers just breaking their teeth on fantasy. The story is sweet, and the first half of the book is very fast paced and entertaining. But it feels very one dimensional and lacking substance. I read it in less than twenty four hours.
I feel like such a slacker because I hardly read at all. I keep saying "If I were in college I would read so much more." That's not exactly true though. I wouldn't get to read for fun, and I would be constantly trying to weasel out of reading horrible photocopied chapters of Bakhtin or Kissinger.
While perusing the website of the UT Press and wondering how I could end up working there, I learned they have a one year fellowship program. I am seriously considering applying for this, even though the stipend is small and I'd probably end up leaving my job or switching to a very part time set up. I've never given much hard thought to working in publishing but there is something really attractive about it. (The damn printer at work is not functional, which is delaying my ability to fill this application out. Argh.)
My motivation to do anything at work has dropped to zero. Perhaps because I overworked myself in the first three hours I was here and did too many reports. Also, I had to report someone living in my apartment complex to CPS for their drug use. Fun times.
Foreign Babes in Beijing: Behind the Scenes of a New China by Rachel Dewoskin
The Last Kingdom by Bernard Cornwell
One for Sorrow, Two for Joy by Clive Woodall
Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain
The Nasty Bits by Anthony Bourdain
Of the books I read this month, the most enteraining were the memoir pieces by Bourdain and Dewoskin. Bourdain writes like he talks, there's something attractive about his insane arrogance when you know he earned the rights to it all the hard way. Plus, he's funny. Dewoskin was also funny, if less profane. It made me want to move to a foreign country and star as the insane, slutty American girl in a government financed TV show. Awesome.
The book by Woodall was actually sort of disappointing. The jacket blurb billed it as something in the tradition of Adams' Watership Down. It didn't come close. I think if you added some nice illustrations, this would make an excellent book for younger readers just breaking their teeth on fantasy. The story is sweet, and the first half of the book is very fast paced and entertaining. But it feels very one dimensional and lacking substance. I read it in less than twenty four hours.
I feel like such a slacker because I hardly read at all. I keep saying "If I were in college I would read so much more." That's not exactly true though. I wouldn't get to read for fun, and I would be constantly trying to weasel out of reading horrible photocopied chapters of Bakhtin or Kissinger.
While perusing the website of the UT Press and wondering how I could end up working there, I learned they have a one year fellowship program. I am seriously considering applying for this, even though the stipend is small and I'd probably end up leaving my job or switching to a very part time set up. I've never given much hard thought to working in publishing but there is something really attractive about it. (The damn printer at work is not functional, which is delaying my ability to fill this application out. Argh.)
My motivation to do anything at work has dropped to zero. Perhaps because I overworked myself in the first three hours I was here and did too many reports. Also, I had to report someone living in my apartment complex to CPS for their drug use. Fun times.