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Villette by Charlotte Bronte

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Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson

Finished Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson. I expected a book about a drug-fueled romp through Vegas to be more fun. It did not seem like the characters were having a good time.

Next up will be Portrait of a Lady by Henry James.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells

Finished War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells. This book has been adapted into many movies and the infamous radio broadcast by Orson Welles. It's hard for me to imagine that people actually fell for that. I mean the broadcast had a disclaimer that there was not really an Martian invasion taking place and yet a surprising number of people really believed Martians were invading.

Next up is Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Cloudsplitter by Russell Banks

Finished Cloudsplitter by Russell Banks. It's a fictionalized account of abolitionist John Brown's exploits as told by Brown's son Owen to Brown biographer Oswald Garrison Villard's assistant Miss Mayo. The narrator recounts Brown's exploits from his failed business ventures to his settling in upstate New York (where the title derives as a mountain overlooking the Brown homestead was called the Cloudsplitter) to his actions in Kansas and ultimately the failed siege of Harper's Ferry in Virginia (now West Virginia). Throughout the saga Owen acts as his father's right-hand man and at times serves as the prod to marauders' violence.

Next up is War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Main Street by Sinclair Lewis

Just finished Mainstreet by Sinclair Lewis. Its the story of a woman from the city who marries and moves to a small prairie town in Minnesota. The hum-drum country live and the towns unwillingness to modernize quickly annoys her. She begins to constantly plan to leave for a more sophisticated venue.

Next up is Cloudsplitter by Russell Banks.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien

Finished The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien. I'd heard of this book before I read it, but I thought it was about World War II when in fact it was about Vietnam. It is labeled as a work of fiction which is drawn from O'Brien's service during Vietnam.

Next up is Main Street by Sinclair Lewis.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen

Finished Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen. I can't say I really liked this book. Matter of fact it took me about a month to get through it which is way longer than the length of the book would necessitate. I can draw comparisons between the decent and honorable Colonel Brandon and myself. For instance, here is a description of Colonel Brandon that would also pertain to me:

"Brandon is just the kind of man," said Willoughby one day, when they were talking of him together, "whom everybody speaks well of, and nobody cares about, whom all are delighted to see,and nobody remembers to talk to."

Next up is The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Oops!

Well I lost my copy of Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency before I could finish so I'm moving on to the next book which is Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen.

It was so weird. It reminded me how crazy memory is. Last Monday when I left work I was going to drive to a concert in Atlanta. So I stepped into the bathroom to change out of my work clothes and into something more appropriate to the situation. The next day I go to my truck to get the book and when I couldn't find it I assumed that I left it in my locker at work. Being off the next two days I didn't think much of it but then on Thursday morning while I was getting ready for work, I went to my truck to get my lunch kit to prepare my lunch. And it all came flowing back to me. When I popped into the bathroom I sat my lunch kit and book down beside the bench in the layaway area and when I came out of the bathroom I was in such a rush that I did not pick them back up. Funny how thinking of the book didn't trigger my memory.