Currently Reading: The Thousandfold Thought, and Casa de los espiritus
This year's (2007-2008) list of read books (just expanding the repertoire, yeah?):
Their Eyes were Watching God
Maggie, A Girl of the Streets
Like Water for Chocolate (in spanish)
Evil Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse
Gil's All Fright Diner
The Bear
Resenting the Hero(--)
At the Mountains of Madness
Engines of God
Chindi(--)
The Hero Strikes Back
The Great Gatsby
Dragonfly
The Scar(--)
The Warrior Prophet
Archangel
The Daughter of the Forest(--)
Neverwhere (--)
The Last Dragon Lord
Thief With No Shadow(X)
House of God
The Bible
Stardust
The Call of Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories
Jane Eyre
The Waste Lands
The Iron Tree
Whitechapel Gods(--)
Heart of Darkness(--)
Ceremony
King Lear
Great Expectations
Invisible Man
Battle Royale(--)
Omega
Heros Adrift
The Novice
Bartleby the Scrivener
Billy Budd, Sailor
Benito Cereno
Rozencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
Waiting for Godot
Wizard of the Grove(X)
(--)Books I recommend (Why? Because I liked them!!)
(X)Books I hate and think shouldn't have even been deemed worthy of publishing (In other words, reading it was a complete waste of time and it lacked any sort of literary merit. Sad.)
...The Scar by China Mieville is absolutely fantastic. It is, in fact, one of the best books I've read in many years. Years. It's not exactly 'G-rated' (more like a big fat 'M') and sometimes it's...well...not exactly coarse or crude...just gritty, but the writing is strong, the imagery vivid, and the metaphors were excellent. I intend to read Perdido Street (another book of his) one of these days... Probably when I gather up enough cash and time to go on a splurge of reading goodness.
(4/21/08)
I feel like the big kid playing in a little kid's sand box. I can't explain the sensation, but...Well, I suppose it's called stealing the other kid's rhetorical strategies of choice and using them to make my own delicious little sand castle. It is quite nice. I've posted two stories recently that I've written for a class, Pith and Interstice. Both are heavy in the symbolic category, though both contain drastically contrary imagery. Pith is about breaking free from the bonds of society, of life, kind of like the short story Las ataduras. Interstice is about sacrifice, the self, and incomprehension. One takes place in the land of the desert, ocotillo, cactus; the other takes place in a land of mist, fog, and rain. I am pleased with them both. In the mean time, I suggest reading Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad. Once you've done that, watch Apocalypse Now, kick back, and enjoy the very blatant allusions and parallels. My favorite!
(7/30/07)
Sudden review spam-age! I love it! This is incredibly inspiring. It makes me not only want to write more, but to edit and improve my other stuff as well! Right now I just want to lock myself in my room, and edit like no other. But I can't. Not right now, in the midst of packing to go to Canada. But there's always the plane trip there for some editing. I also have to finish off the Bible for school (how ironic) and the H.P. Lovecraft novel that I'm gnawing on (doubly ironic). The truth is that I had some vague idea of where The End is What, Exactly? was going, but I wasn't very serious about continuing it. How sick is that? Now I am, I think. Why not? Looks like this little drabble's going on an adventure. In other notes, TLLH started out strong, but is starting to fall into the Decidedly Weak Category. The characters aren't very strong, and it seems that I didn't maintain their mannerisms and modes of conversation very well (if at all). Then I just pick up these threads that could continue through out the story (little theme-lets) before totally dropping them and forgetting about them. I think that there may be too much time between updates. It may be time to ship it off to Edit Land for a while. (Spread the Love = Review Revolution.)
(7/12/07)
Guess what! I've updated. It took a while, I know, but things have been really busy and really disorganized on my end of things. I've got two jobs now, I'm going to host someone from Japan for four days, and I've got a slew of other things just waiting to grind me into dust beneath their metaphorical boot heels. Anyways, my AP exams went extremely well, my trip to Japan was amazing, and my family hasn't tried to seriously kill and/or maim me yet. You could say that I've lost some of my...reticence, and members of my family are not appreciating my unbridled mouth. I point out errors in judgement, I call people out when I don't like what they're doing, I'm confrontational, and if you don't want to talk about it, I will. I honestly have no idea what's come over me. Today I went and worked out via Zumba. Basically it's a bunch of calorie-burning, heart-pumping vertical air-sex dancing. Two months ago I would have refused and gone for the treadmill. Today, I thought it was a lot of fun. Strange, strange.
(5/01/07)
My, my, my...how the time does fly...Well, Chapter (what?) six for TLLH has been written. Or most of it has, at least. It's kind of long but the basic plot that I have going demands that I cram (gracelessly compound) about three weeks of character devolopment into a single chapter just to reach one turning point. It is a bit irritating and I really should have planned better...then again, I never had a plan for this thing to begin with (oops). Well, AP exams are coming up so there won't be any blipping on the fictionpress radar until after then. After that, finals. And after that, Japan (yes, really). I'll try to squeeze in some time for chapter adding somewhere...Actually, it'll probably be pretty easy. I mean, who wants to study for an AP exam that you spent a whole year preparing for when you could write a chapter for a story you're writing (which is...diverting)? Now that I'm done procrastinating here, I have a 1600 word essay to modify, chisle at, and turn-in tomorrow in all it's well-sculpted, lack-of-perfection-istic glory.
(3/22/07)
I'm addicted to Hero-ing. And stereotype bashing. And irony. And random, freaky things. And anaphora (HA!). So the more serious stuff (?) is being ignored. I can't help it. It's just too much fun to do what I want and get away with it because there's no one around to slap my wrist and tell me that "Nuh-huh, that's not allowed." So, I'm going to pull some stunts with deus ex machina, stream of consciousness, aposiopesis, and anachronism. You know: have some fun, dabble, run away cackling into the night (asyndeton!). If anyone has a book recommendation, let me know. I'm getting so desperate that I'm considering hunting down either Pitch Black or Chronicles of Riddick in book form just to contemplate Vin Diesel and his biceps. Yeah, that says something. Something very, very sad. Cry for me.
(1/25/07)
I don't know where the Long Lost Hero came from, I don't know where it's going. Yes, it is a parody. Yes, there will be drunken, cyanide popping goats. Yes, things will be going crazy, in general. Oh, don't for get the perilous spatula of doom.
Beadlety FAQ:
I like the color green. I'm a girl/woman/creature. I like eclairs and kayaking.
the end.
Currently Working on:
Editing. I'm thinking about expanding Duality into a story of total BAMF-age. But let's not talk about that, or it won't happen. It just me. I am flawed.
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