been gorging myself on books. finshed 4 books in 2 days, and felt a bit sick after that. must be because i forgot to eat and drink. lol.
Pact of the Fathers, Ramsey Campbell
billed as a psychological horror story, found this book a sleeper. yawn. something to do with secret soceities and the naughty deals the almost exclusively-male members made with each other in their youth. seemed promising. but found it hardly thrilling. characters and motivation were not really believable. like i said, a dozer.
The Kaisho, Eric Van Lustbader
ah. a lustbader book always offers the promise of sex, violence and more sex. why did i borrow it? was craving a trashy read, and this book did not fail to deliver. was not as twisted as the guy who wrote LA Confidential, but still, hmmmm, some parts were quite disturbing. what is it about the twisted things we do to each other that is so replusive and yet compelling?
the equivalent of the B-grade horror movie, The Kaisho follows the adventures of Nicholas Linnear, a half-Japanese, half-American ninja, who also happens to be the last of a mystical tribe with super psychic powers. told you it was trashy ^^. character developement is almost non-existent, or at least, I feel nothing for any of the main characters. borrowed it because of the lure of martial arts, but japanese martial arts is quite laughable to me nowadays. too stiff. i mean, yes, hands as tough as stone sound really cool, but, hmmm, i dunno, the martial arts just seemed bad. even the martial arts in Dune was better. more fluid and deadly. this just seemed to play on the mystical hype of japanese martial arts, which in reality, may not really live up to the hype. i mean really, how effective is a sword-strike (whatever that is) with the side of the hand to an enemy's pelvis? apparently, it is! cos your enemy will go crashing down, writhing in agony. hmmmmm. not for me to judge, but really, hmmmm.
oh well, at least it delivered, unlike Pact of the Fathers.
Four Days to VeraCruz, Owen West
Now we are talking. This book is an adventure chase, with an endurance hike thrown in. Picked it up and couldn't put it down. It is quite exciting, and the short tense chapters work quite well to help build momentum. This was written by a former Marine who took part in a number of Eco-challenges and the knowledge really added a sense of realism to the story.
What is Ec0-challenge? Just the most gruelling and challenging endurance sports in the world, you know, working at sustained physical exertion with no food or sleep at high altitudes for days on end, and pushing yourself until your body starts to cannibalise itself for lack of nutrition. These people really love to suffer, and there is not even a prize money at the end. Just a belt buckle to say, "I been there." Wow.
But this is really quite an exciting book, about a couple who are inadvently caught up in the middle of a drug chase in Mexico. Drugs, government conspiracies, guns and explosions, fun and excitement all around! Let's not forget the death-march. Read the title: four days to vera cruz give you any hint. ^^ i just love sporty people. They come up with the weirdest stories and make it believable. Yes. I think I thoroughly enjoyed this book.
The Last Confession, Morris West
The Last Confession is the story of Giordano Bruno, a Dominican monk and rationlist philosopher, who was burnt at the stake by the Catholic Church on Feb 17 1600. His questions about God and religion were considered dangerous and heretical, and he was incarerated for seven years in Rome's worst prison, where he underwent interrogation, harsh penal treatment and occasional torture. In the end, he was given the chance to recant but he choose instead to die for his beliefs.
The authour, Morris West, was not unlike Bruno. Morris West joined the Order of Christian Brothers after completing high school, took his first vows and spent eight years as a teaching monk. When he was twenty-six, he decided against taking his final vows and left the order and joined the Australian Army, where he started writing and published his first book under a pseudonym. Morris, by all accounts, has on numerous occassions found himself uneasy with the teachings of the church which claimed his allegiance, and like Bruno, he spent his life trying to get to truth by examining all ideas, even if they lay beyond the boundary of dogmatic teachings that most people consider the essence of faith. This was his last, uncompleted, work. He died at his desk, at the end of a particularly good paragraph.
The story takes the form of a diary, written by Giordano Bruno, in his final days. I think this book resonates with me because of this sentence, which really sums up my problem with Christianity: "This is the nature of the madness they propagate: to make a man confess a loving God, you burn him!" Yes, I too, do not understand why to bring to man to the mercy of God, you have to first threaten his soul with an eternity of damnation and torment.
Lest I turn others away from this book with my own personal beliefs, still, in the end, this is a book about a man of faith written by a man of faith. It is worth reading, and maybe it will highlight some valuable lessons.
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Tuesday, 4 December 2007
Sunday, 23 September 2007
currently reading
Cheng Tzu's Thirteen Treatises on T'ai Chi Ch'uan, Professor Cheng Man Ch'ing (1985)
Taijiquan and the Search for the Little Old Man: Understanding Identity through Martial Arts, Adam D. Frank (2006)
Touching the Void, Joe Simpson (1988)
interested has been re-aroused in internal martial arts (IMA) after frequenting formosa neijia . usually, most IMA demonstrations seem highly dubious, u know, the aikido throws that project you across the room with a feather touch. not to say it's not possible, but, practical- wise, is that really possible in a confused chaotic environment with ppl resisting, rather than cooperating. hmmmmm. this could spark a furor amongst some - yes, aikido is based on battlefield techniques, yes, it can be lethal if applied wrongly. it's just my functional training background - usually best outcome occurs if you train patient for the task itself, rather than the components. as in, if u want to get someone to stand from sitting, best way to do that is if they practise the task itself rather than say, strengthening the quads. so yeah, if u want to train for self-defense, practise doing that. that is why i'm always a bit iffy about traditional martial arts, which seems to focus quite heavily on forms/kata. beneficial, yes, but i think there are more efficient ways.
anyways, that's why i am reading up a bit on the taichi stuff. it's not just for old ppl, you know. ^^there's a few clips on youtube showing it being done in a very yang way, which is not the traditional slow moves you see. when it's done fast, the results are quite different.
Touching the Void is about two men's ordeal on a mountain. one, who fell and broke his leg, and his partner, who tried to rescue him and had to abandon him in the end, thinking he was dead. usually stories of endurance and survival interest me, but for some reason, this book is really not drawing me in. hmmm. but will continue with it.
still reading the Garden. taking it slow because it's one of those books that i learn something new every chapter. there was one particular chapter that actually made me lose sleep for one night because the point it raised was...a bit hard to swallow. in fact, there are many things in this book that i actually have to stop and think about. that's why taking it slow. but it's good. it's been a while since a book has actually made me stop and think.
Taijiquan and the Search for the Little Old Man: Understanding Identity through Martial Arts, Adam D. Frank (2006)
Touching the Void, Joe Simpson (1988)
interested has been re-aroused in internal martial arts (IMA) after frequenting formosa neijia . usually, most IMA demonstrations seem highly dubious, u know, the aikido throws that project you across the room with a feather touch. not to say it's not possible, but, practical- wise, is that really possible in a confused chaotic environment with ppl resisting, rather than cooperating. hmmmmm. this could spark a furor amongst some - yes, aikido is based on battlefield techniques, yes, it can be lethal if applied wrongly. it's just my functional training background - usually best outcome occurs if you train patient for the task itself, rather than the components. as in, if u want to get someone to stand from sitting, best way to do that is if they practise the task itself rather than say, strengthening the quads. so yeah, if u want to train for self-defense, practise doing that. that is why i'm always a bit iffy about traditional martial arts, which seems to focus quite heavily on forms/kata. beneficial, yes, but i think there are more efficient ways.
anyways, that's why i am reading up a bit on the taichi stuff. it's not just for old ppl, you know. ^^there's a few clips on youtube showing it being done in a very yang way, which is not the traditional slow moves you see. when it's done fast, the results are quite different.
Touching the Void is about two men's ordeal on a mountain. one, who fell and broke his leg, and his partner, who tried to rescue him and had to abandon him in the end, thinking he was dead. usually stories of endurance and survival interest me, but for some reason, this book is really not drawing me in. hmmm. but will continue with it.
still reading the Garden. taking it slow because it's one of those books that i learn something new every chapter. there was one particular chapter that actually made me lose sleep for one night because the point it raised was...a bit hard to swallow. in fact, there are many things in this book that i actually have to stop and think about. that's why taking it slow. but it's good. it's been a while since a book has actually made me stop and think.
Tuesday, 11 September 2007
currently reading
Shadow Child, Joseph A. Citro (1998)
The Garden: A Parable, Geshe Michael Roach (2000)
Shadow Child is a modern gothic thriller set in the Vermount woods where ppl are myseriously disappearing. The Garden is, well, a Tibetan Buddhist parable about seeking wisdom, i believe, from reading the back cover. (Geshe = Master of Buddhism) ps. haven't read them yet, just gleaning these info from the back of the books.
let me explain a bit why i choose a Buddhist-influenced book to read, knowing my well-known aversion to organised religion.
Well, the thing that appeals to me about Buddhism is at its core, it seems to be a personal thing. if you don't believe it, you'll not going to go to a bad place and have nasty ppl do nasty things to you - just means that you aren't ready to learn yet. yep. more in line with my way of thinking; if a pig doesn't want to learn, you can't change its dirty ways. i mean, sure, you can chop it up for yummy pork chops and bacon, and that will surely teach it not to mess with the man with the big knife, but the pig has essentially learned nothing about its condition. only when it realises that its spending too much time in filth can you show it the wonders of soap.
similarly, Buddhism teaches detachment from the world, as suffering arises from attachment desires. hmmm. again, more in line with the way i think. but, detachment doesn't mean living cut off from the world, to me at least. just means that you have to acknowledge that material things are transient and will fade away. doesn't mean you don't live, but it does make obvious how futile chasing after material fulfilment is - makes the "5 C's" sound a bit silly. good luck bringing it with you, idiot. still, you cannot appreciate the beauty of flowers until you know that they will eventually wither and fade away. so when you find something important to you, cherish it because it will be gone. but don't be too attached? lol. hmmm. i guess my understanding is a bit flawed, but i mean, for me, okay, if i find something important, yes, i will cherish it knowing full well that it will be gone one day and that will cause me sorrow and pain, but that is a price i will gladly pay because that is living. hmmm. guess that's because i am still young, still have things to look forward to, or just that i am not ready to understand it yet. logically, yes, brain processes concept, but asking me to give up love? pretty hard, at this point in life, don't think i can do it. ask me again in ten years time. ^^
anyway, that was pretty heavy. of course, the above is just my own understanding and interpretation. doesn't mean i am turning Buddhist. cos one thing that really irks me is dividing ppl into groups by labeling them because of their beliefs. it's almost as good as dividing ppl into those who like the colour red and those who don't, and throwing their differences in their face, and stirring things up until someone says something and we have a nice, big fight on our hands. can't we all just live in peace and quietly contemplate the wonders of soap, and i wouldn't care if you don't like red. :D
wow. can use the above in the miss universe contest. imagine spewing all that out rather than just saying "i want world peace." that would be so sexy. ^^
so, amy tan. hmmm. i found i enjoyed Hundred Secret Senses more than Joy Luck Club, which seems to the opposite for other readers, which in this case, happens to be two other females. (am at this point in life where i find it hard to call similar age-group females "girls", cos that's a bit young and demeaning considering their life experiences, but finding it hard to call them "woman", cos that seems a bit too old. like mommy stage. lol. "females" seems a bit cold though. oh, for a word to describe those mysterious, enchanting creatures, between the ages of 23-28.) for some reason, i just found the elder sister in Hundred Secret Senses comical and that heightened my enjoyment of the book. and she seemed to make awesome food! i remember that she always seemed to be making pot-stickers, or frying scallops and prawns. yum~XD FEED ME! Joy Luck was a bit dark for me, and seems to be quite disjointed. the numerous characters just made it harder for me to care and be involved.
oh well, that's my 2 cents worth. coincidentally, after reading so much amy tan, anyone else get the impression that china is filled with magic pools/springs/caves?
The Garden: A Parable, Geshe Michael Roach (2000)
Shadow Child is a modern gothic thriller set in the Vermount woods where ppl are myseriously disappearing. The Garden is, well, a Tibetan Buddhist parable about seeking wisdom, i believe, from reading the back cover. (Geshe = Master of Buddhism) ps. haven't read them yet, just gleaning these info from the back of the books.
let me explain a bit why i choose a Buddhist-influenced book to read, knowing my well-known aversion to organised religion.
Well, the thing that appeals to me about Buddhism is at its core, it seems to be a personal thing. if you don't believe it, you'll not going to go to a bad place and have nasty ppl do nasty things to you - just means that you aren't ready to learn yet. yep. more in line with my way of thinking; if a pig doesn't want to learn, you can't change its dirty ways. i mean, sure, you can chop it up for yummy pork chops and bacon, and that will surely teach it not to mess with the man with the big knife, but the pig has essentially learned nothing about its condition. only when it realises that its spending too much time in filth can you show it the wonders of soap.
similarly, Buddhism teaches detachment from the world, as suffering arises from attachment desires. hmmm. again, more in line with the way i think. but, detachment doesn't mean living cut off from the world, to me at least. just means that you have to acknowledge that material things are transient and will fade away. doesn't mean you don't live, but it does make obvious how futile chasing after material fulfilment is - makes the "5 C's" sound a bit silly. good luck bringing it with you, idiot. still, you cannot appreciate the beauty of flowers until you know that they will eventually wither and fade away. so when you find something important to you, cherish it because it will be gone. but don't be too attached? lol. hmmm. i guess my understanding is a bit flawed, but i mean, for me, okay, if i find something important, yes, i will cherish it knowing full well that it will be gone one day and that will cause me sorrow and pain, but that is a price i will gladly pay because that is living. hmmm. guess that's because i am still young, still have things to look forward to, or just that i am not ready to understand it yet. logically, yes, brain processes concept, but asking me to give up love? pretty hard, at this point in life, don't think i can do it. ask me again in ten years time. ^^
anyway, that was pretty heavy. of course, the above is just my own understanding and interpretation. doesn't mean i am turning Buddhist. cos one thing that really irks me is dividing ppl into groups by labeling them because of their beliefs. it's almost as good as dividing ppl into those who like the colour red and those who don't, and throwing their differences in their face, and stirring things up until someone says something and we have a nice, big fight on our hands. can't we all just live in peace and quietly contemplate the wonders of soap, and i wouldn't care if you don't like red. :D
wow. can use the above in the miss universe contest. imagine spewing all that out rather than just saying "i want world peace." that would be so sexy. ^^
so, amy tan. hmmm. i found i enjoyed Hundred Secret Senses more than Joy Luck Club, which seems to the opposite for other readers, which in this case, happens to be two other females. (am at this point in life where i find it hard to call similar age-group females "girls", cos that's a bit young and demeaning considering their life experiences, but finding it hard to call them "woman", cos that seems a bit too old. like mommy stage. lol. "females" seems a bit cold though. oh, for a word to describe those mysterious, enchanting creatures, between the ages of 23-28.) for some reason, i just found the elder sister in Hundred Secret Senses comical and that heightened my enjoyment of the book. and she seemed to make awesome food! i remember that she always seemed to be making pot-stickers, or frying scallops and prawns. yum~XD FEED ME! Joy Luck was a bit dark for me, and seems to be quite disjointed. the numerous characters just made it harder for me to care and be involved.
oh well, that's my 2 cents worth. coincidentally, after reading so much amy tan, anyone else get the impression that china is filled with magic pools/springs/caves?
Monday, 20 August 2007
currently reading
The Art of Living and Other Stories, John Gardner (1974)
In the Heart of the Heart of the Country, William H. Gass (1958)
The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan (1989)
seemed to be turning into quite a fan of ms tan. lol. she makes me feel so chinese. interestingly, didn't know she had lyme disease till yesterday, which is basically a neurological disorder that messes with your memory and motor skills. and seeing how physio course has been dealing so much with neurology so much these past 2 years, can understand how hard it is for someone to not be able to walk properly or walk around neighbourhood without getting lost. really really understand what she means when she talked about frantically trying to get words down on good days before she lost it again.
hmmm. been reading too much. must try to get some studying done. ^^ oh well, i was very sad then. but have not read so much for a very long time.
In the Heart of the Heart of the Country, William H. Gass (1958)
The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan (1989)
seemed to be turning into quite a fan of ms tan. lol. she makes me feel so chinese. interestingly, didn't know she had lyme disease till yesterday, which is basically a neurological disorder that messes with your memory and motor skills. and seeing how physio course has been dealing so much with neurology so much these past 2 years, can understand how hard it is for someone to not be able to walk properly or walk around neighbourhood without getting lost. really really understand what she means when she talked about frantically trying to get words down on good days before she lost it again.
hmmm. been reading too much. must try to get some studying done. ^^ oh well, i was very sad then. but have not read so much for a very long time.
Tuesday, 14 August 2007
currently reading
A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain, Robert Olen Butler (1992)
The Red Badge of Courage, Stephen Crane (1962)
The Hundred Secret Senses, Amy Tan (1997)
they should group books according to what kind of emotions they evoke rather than by authours. would make more sense, don't you think?
was trying to find a humourous book, or something silly to lighten my mood. lol. kept picking up serious, ponderous books that dealt with important issues of the human condition. is it too much to ask for a book with the words "tragic comedy" in the title to be at least funny? or at least, not the black and bitter variety? tragic comedy should be harmless, like watching a lovable clown slip and fall so u can laugh with him.
wait. need to express something here.
fuck.
there we go.
A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain, a collection of short stories i think. have no idea what itx about. just picked it up because. only read the first story, "Open arms". very poignant. drew me in so was able to forget awhile, but why must it be so fucking sad? don't really need sad now u know.
lol.
me and my heartlessness. where did it all go to.
The Red Badge of Courage, Stephen Crane (1962)
The Hundred Secret Senses, Amy Tan (1997)
they should group books according to what kind of emotions they evoke rather than by authours. would make more sense, don't you think?
was trying to find a humourous book, or something silly to lighten my mood. lol. kept picking up serious, ponderous books that dealt with important issues of the human condition. is it too much to ask for a book with the words "tragic comedy" in the title to be at least funny? or at least, not the black and bitter variety? tragic comedy should be harmless, like watching a lovable clown slip and fall so u can laugh with him.
wait. need to express something here.
fuck.
there we go.
A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain, a collection of short stories i think. have no idea what itx about. just picked it up because. only read the first story, "Open arms". very poignant. drew me in so was able to forget awhile, but why must it be so fucking sad? don't really need sad now u know.
lol.
me and my heartlessness. where did it all go to.
Thursday, 9 August 2007
currently reading
Regiment of Women, Thomas Berger (1975)
The Beauty of Men, Andrew Holleran (1996)
added 11 august 2007
this is how i usually choose a book to read. flip open to first page, scan it, and if it interests me in some way, i may then flip open to another section of the book and read more, and if i'm still interested i borrow it. i seldom buy books anymore, though i used to dearly love them. most of them are single-serve friends these days, and i hardly ever go back for seconds.
when i borrowed the Regiment of Women, i thought it was about transvestites. the opening page described a man waking up, except he has breasts and was dressed in women's undergarments. that was enough for me. didn't even flip through the rest of the book.
no, i didn't borrow it out of a sense of the perverse or deviant sexual hmmm, tendencies. i don't find that kind of thing stimulating. in fact, the opening page went on to describe how the man almost had a nervous breakdown after looking at himself in the mirror because he realised he was growing older. thatx what hooked me. that insight into raw human emotions.
but i was wrong. itx not about transvestites. itx about a society in the future where women are in charge and men are subversive; women dressed in shirts and trousers and men wore dresses. it was quite jarring to read, especially about women with moustaches. lol.
strangely enough, the story was interesting enough and i only switched between it and The Beauty of Men once. finished the book in one sitting in one night, even though it made some presumptions in the end that seemed a bit too clinche. personal bias here. finding it hard to swallow assumptions without researched information these days.
but like i said, couldn't put it down.
The Beauty of Men. ahh. quoting from the back cover, itx "a universal tale of loneliness, ageing (sic) and the feverish desires of the human heart"; itx a simple story about a man named Lark and his desire for his neighbour named Becker.
still reading it, but it has some beautiful parts that are i can empathise with. think i would just quote two passages from it. hmmm. shouldn't be violating any copyright laws here i hope.
' ("Are you there?" his mother said once while a friend from Los Angeles was on the phone, heartbroken after a man twelve years younger had said he just wanted to be friends. "Yes, I'm here," he said to her, at which point his friend had sighed into the phone, "I want to say those words to someone.")'
the other one describes how Lark would drive pass Becker's house every night without Becker's knowledge because that is the only contact he has with Becker. he does this late at night because Becker has refused to meet him again after their single encounter and seemed to be keeping a distance from him. Lark feels foolish, and tries to self-rationalise that he drives by Becker's house because it is a shorter route home, but deep down he knows he does this only to be closer to Becker.
"Still, when Lark sees the lighted panels on either side of the door, or the central window with the swatch of blue wall and the thin white curtain blowing in the breeze, when he drives past at night, something floods his heart and he says out loud in wonder, amazement, gratitude, and despair, "I love him! I love him!"- amazed more than anything by the durability, the persistence of the emotion."
hmmm. if itx still not clear, the story is about homosexual men. and yes, i did intentionally pick it.
itx quite sad really. it prints a bleak picture of isolation and death, dealing as it does with AIDS and the impact it has on their lives. brought home a point about how lonely gay men are. if heterosexual people already feel lonely and unloved, imagine how much harder it must be for homosexuals who have to deal with ostracism and hatred, while trying to find love at the same time. imagine the depth of loneliness and despair that drives one such young man to kill himself because he was sure he would never find love or someone he can spend the rest of his life with.
and that is such a sad thing.
The Beauty of Men, Andrew Holleran (1996)
added 11 august 2007
this is how i usually choose a book to read. flip open to first page, scan it, and if it interests me in some way, i may then flip open to another section of the book and read more, and if i'm still interested i borrow it. i seldom buy books anymore, though i used to dearly love them. most of them are single-serve friends these days, and i hardly ever go back for seconds.
when i borrowed the Regiment of Women, i thought it was about transvestites. the opening page described a man waking up, except he has breasts and was dressed in women's undergarments. that was enough for me. didn't even flip through the rest of the book.
no, i didn't borrow it out of a sense of the perverse or deviant sexual hmmm, tendencies. i don't find that kind of thing stimulating. in fact, the opening page went on to describe how the man almost had a nervous breakdown after looking at himself in the mirror because he realised he was growing older. thatx what hooked me. that insight into raw human emotions.
but i was wrong. itx not about transvestites. itx about a society in the future where women are in charge and men are subversive; women dressed in shirts and trousers and men wore dresses. it was quite jarring to read, especially about women with moustaches. lol.
strangely enough, the story was interesting enough and i only switched between it and The Beauty of Men once. finished the book in one sitting in one night, even though it made some presumptions in the end that seemed a bit too clinche. personal bias here. finding it hard to swallow assumptions without researched information these days.
but like i said, couldn't put it down.
The Beauty of Men. ahh. quoting from the back cover, itx "a universal tale of loneliness, ageing (sic) and the feverish desires of the human heart"; itx a simple story about a man named Lark and his desire for his neighbour named Becker.
still reading it, but it has some beautiful parts that are i can empathise with. think i would just quote two passages from it. hmmm. shouldn't be violating any copyright laws here i hope.
' ("Are you there?" his mother said once while a friend from Los Angeles was on the phone, heartbroken after a man twelve years younger had said he just wanted to be friends. "Yes, I'm here," he said to her, at which point his friend had sighed into the phone, "I want to say those words to someone.")'
the other one describes how Lark would drive pass Becker's house every night without Becker's knowledge because that is the only contact he has with Becker. he does this late at night because Becker has refused to meet him again after their single encounter and seemed to be keeping a distance from him. Lark feels foolish, and tries to self-rationalise that he drives by Becker's house because it is a shorter route home, but deep down he knows he does this only to be closer to Becker.
"Still, when Lark sees the lighted panels on either side of the door, or the central window with the swatch of blue wall and the thin white curtain blowing in the breeze, when he drives past at night, something floods his heart and he says out loud in wonder, amazement, gratitude, and despair, "I love him! I love him!"- amazed more than anything by the durability, the persistence of the emotion."
hmmm. if itx still not clear, the story is about homosexual men. and yes, i did intentionally pick it.
itx quite sad really. it prints a bleak picture of isolation and death, dealing as it does with AIDS and the impact it has on their lives. brought home a point about how lonely gay men are. if heterosexual people already feel lonely and unloved, imagine how much harder it must be for homosexuals who have to deal with ostracism and hatred, while trying to find love at the same time. imagine the depth of loneliness and despair that drives one such young man to kill himself because he was sure he would never find love or someone he can spend the rest of his life with.
and that is such a sad thing.
Thursday, 19 July 2007
currently reading
Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison (1952)
Email: A Love Story, Stephanie D. Fletcher (1996)
Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk (1996)
Memoirs of A Shy Pornographer, Kenneth Patchen (1945)
yes, i read multiple books at a time. read a bit of one, pick up and read another. bad habit. very greedy. sometimes lose track of plots. but finding it hard recently to just stick with one book. unless it's very good. like, A Bell for Adano. written in 1944, but the language is so clear, so easy to read, and the story so human. not like a blow-you-away book, but a surpsing little gem that may touch you.
Email: A Love Story, Stephanie D. Fletcher (1996)
Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk (1996)
Memoirs of A Shy Pornographer, Kenneth Patchen (1945)
yes, i read multiple books at a time. read a bit of one, pick up and read another. bad habit. very greedy. sometimes lose track of plots. but finding it hard recently to just stick with one book. unless it's very good. like, A Bell for Adano. written in 1944, but the language is so clear, so easy to read, and the story so human. not like a blow-you-away book, but a surpsing little gem that may touch you.
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