books

Better than 2023

Finished a book already. Graphic novel, which I just speed through since I don’t look much at the pictures, hence ruining the whole purpose of the medium, the same way I turn on the subtitles and read those rather than look at the screen. And, sometimes I don’t even do that. Sometimes I watch something in a language I don’t even understand (right now High Water; I don’t speak Polish), only half-glance at the subtitles, and spend my time crocheting or knitting instead.

That’s right: at the end of 2023 I taught myself to knit. Why? Perhaps I thought it would impress the universe, or at least someone.

Spoiler: It did not.

Question: Why is purl so easy and knit so hard?

I might get a second book done tonight, but only because I read 90% of it when it was still 2023.

They’re here!

After a week of pricey car repairs and hot water tanks leaking all over my basement floor, I thought to myself “at least my social media manager and I can make an awesome unboxing video when my books come” (and yes, I paid my fourteen year old fifty bucks to be my social media manager).”

Well, that all fails when I assumed the box that showed up at my door yesterday evening was liquid plant nutrients for my indoor garden and not twenty copies of my book.

The cost is $10, but I’m also open to trades/barters, or drop me a message if late-stage capitalism, inflation, and greedy corporations mean you’d like a free copy.

Tomorrow: Amigurumi Mascot #2!

remember when I read books?

I am having a really hard time reading books. In the past week, I’ve read six pages of a book and disliked every minute of it.
Maybe it is the book? Maybe it is me? Probably it is me. I used to go to the library each week and bring home a stack of books. I’ve been to the library twice this year, took out one book each time, and didn’t finish start either.

Can I blame my dishwasher, which is still not working and I wait for the repair person? I would like to assign blame to something. Why not that?

I actually read books in 2021!

I did! I’m as surprised as you. I read fifty-five books. When did that happen? I was pretty sure I spent all of 2021 sulking in a haze of self-pity.

And librarything already has graphs I can steal totally not steal but use appropriately because they have a share button!

Look at that! All those “horror” books are V.C. Andrews, a stack of which I got for free earlier in the year.

Hahahahah! Literature. How dose the Dewey Decimal System not have a section for “trashy incest escapism?”

I rated books:

I read a book that librarything categorized as being written by a ghost? Zombie? Pigeon?

(I clicked on it: the book was written by a bunch of science journalists, so I guess not a person, but persons. I learned from said book that you can get colder than absolute zero by some sort of bizarro integer overflow style physics mumbo-jumbo which is why I am in pure math because when things like that happen in pure math it doesn’t hurt my brain as much.)

I read no Stefan Zweig books this year, so I could not ask Netgalley for interviews with the author, as I have in years past.

Also, I am super sick of this WordPress Theme, but a quick glance through other options seem like I’ll be spending forever searching for one that isn’t just a photo portfolio. This is a rarely-updated writing and book blog. There are no photos.

Here are books. More than just that, the books I read in 2021.

I passed along all my V.C. Andrews books, so I likely won’t read any this year. Maybe I’ll move onto the Christopher Pike’s I grab every time I go to the thrift store.

Or maybe I’ll not read junk. Who knows?

let’s keep those rejections coming!

There’s got to be a point where I say enough. When will I reach that point? I guess it’s not today as I am sending that story right back out again.

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I also think I would like to Misery Charles Yu, as I only started Interior Chinatown yesterday evening, I am almost done it, and then what am I supposed to do with my life? Re-read his other books again? And after I do that? Huh? HUH? HUHHHHH??!?!?!