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Books!
For a long time, I have thought that I was seriously the only person alive who hated The Great Gatsby. I hated it when I read it, and I hate it even more now that I've read most of a biography of Zelda (more on that in a sec). So this morning, when I read this piece on why the author of it (Kathryn Schulz) hates The Great Gatsby, with way better explanations than what I could ever give, I felt great.
I also felt a little sad, because it reminded me of the biography of Zelda I tried to read. It was Zelda: A Biography by Nancy Milford. I got about 2/3 through before I had to give up on it. Her life was really depressing. Reading it also reminded me of why I gave up reading biographies: people are assholes.
Books I have read and mostly enjoyed in the last few weeks are Nonviolent Communication: A Language of Life by Marshall B. Rosenberg (highly recommended) and both A Drink Before the War and Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. I liked both of the Lehane books quite a bit, although I'll admit to skimming the boring parts of the latter.
I'm currently working my way through Broken Harbor by Tana French.
(But, frankly, I have not enjoyed any book this past month as much as I have enjoyed listening to the new Fall Out Boy album, Save Rock and Roll; my favorite track is "Death Valley," I think, or maybe "Young Volcanoes," but I love the whole album sooooooooo much. It's everything I wanted from a FOB album in 2013.)
I also felt a little sad, because it reminded me of the biography of Zelda I tried to read. It was Zelda: A Biography by Nancy Milford. I got about 2/3 through before I had to give up on it. Her life was really depressing. Reading it also reminded me of why I gave up reading biographies: people are assholes.
Books I have read and mostly enjoyed in the last few weeks are Nonviolent Communication: A Language of Life by Marshall B. Rosenberg (highly recommended) and both A Drink Before the War and Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. I liked both of the Lehane books quite a bit, although I'll admit to skimming the boring parts of the latter.
I'm currently working my way through Broken Harbor by Tana French.
(But, frankly, I have not enjoyed any book this past month as much as I have enjoyed listening to the new Fall Out Boy album, Save Rock and Roll; my favorite track is "Death Valley," I think, or maybe "Young Volcanoes," but I love the whole album sooooooooo much. It's everything I wanted from a FOB album in 2013.)