I've been doing pushups and planks for zombie musicalness, as I am wearing a tank top in the show and must look BADASS, but I still have some lovely underarm not-awesomeness. You guys wanna point me in the direction of which exercises fix that? Please and thank you.
I've been trying to get through some of the actual books on my shelves. I've also (as of right now) instituted a no-buying-of-new-books policy until May, and I know you, Me, you're gonna try to use the loophole of used books not being new, but YOU CANNOT BUY THOSE EITHER.
I have some books on my shelves that I actually super-want to read. Some of them are insanely old and some I got within the last couple months. And all are currently being usurped by library books. Oops.
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, Michael Chabon. The cover for this is just so cool. And when we were reading Telegraph Avenue, everyone was like "I LOVE KAVALIER & CLAY" so I was like "Okey dokey then."
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, Susanna Clarke. DAMN THIS BOOK. DAMN IT TO HELL. You know who bought it? Everybody. You know who's finished it? Two people. Because it is STUPID-LONG AND REALLY HEAVY. I have it in hardback AND paperback, and I think I've gotten 100 pages into it. And it's really good, which makes the whole thing dumber.
A Confederacy of Dunces, John Kennedy Toole. I bought this for my Kindle wayyy back when having a Kindle was a source of controversy. And also when I still owned a Kindle. And I got like a quarter through it, and I am 100% sure I love it and will want to marry it and go to New Orleans and have warm feelings about the city because of it, despite Bourbon Street smelling like vomit and me being afraid of vampires, BUT. I got distracted ages ago and didn't finish it, so now I think I'd have to start it all over again.
Love, Anarchy, and Emma Goldman, Candace Falk. I bought this wayyy back when I was Emma Goldman-obsessed, which was way back when this blog started. 'Member that? Nah, you weren't here. ANYWAY, this is about her relationship with Ben Reitman (King of the Hobos) and that relationship is what made me interested in her, an interest which most recently resulted in visiting the site of her NYC apartment and creepily loitering outside while taking pictures and listening to 'The Night that Goldman Spoke at Union Square' from Ragtime the Musical on my phone. Mmm, memories. So I need to actually read this book.
Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?, Mindy Kaling. I pre-ordered this. I have a signed bookplate for it. But I have not read it.
How to Be a Woman, Caitlin Moran. Laura's gonna yell at me about this. I AM GOING TO READ IT, LAURA. Reeeeeal soon. And then I will finally know how to be a woman.
I think the number of unread books on my shelves is close to 200? I think? It's really bad. Also, I'm pretty sure all of the above are going to be AMAZING, so I'm pretty much just an idiot for not reading them sooner.
I've been trying to get through some of the actual books on my shelves. I've also (as of right now) instituted a no-buying-of-new-books policy until May, and I know you, Me, you're gonna try to use the loophole of used books not being new, but YOU CANNOT BUY THOSE EITHER.
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I have some books on my shelves that I actually super-want to read. Some of them are insanely old and some I got within the last couple months. And all are currently being usurped by library books. Oops.
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, Michael Chabon. The cover for this is just so cool. And when we were reading Telegraph Avenue, everyone was like "I LOVE KAVALIER & CLAY" so I was like "Okey dokey then."
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, Susanna Clarke. DAMN THIS BOOK. DAMN IT TO HELL. You know who bought it? Everybody. You know who's finished it? Two people. Because it is STUPID-LONG AND REALLY HEAVY. I have it in hardback AND paperback, and I think I've gotten 100 pages into it. And it's really good, which makes the whole thing dumber.
A Confederacy of Dunces, John Kennedy Toole. I bought this for my Kindle wayyy back when having a Kindle was a source of controversy. And also when I still owned a Kindle. And I got like a quarter through it, and I am 100% sure I love it and will want to marry it and go to New Orleans and have warm feelings about the city because of it, despite Bourbon Street smelling like vomit and me being afraid of vampires, BUT. I got distracted ages ago and didn't finish it, so now I think I'd have to start it all over again.
Love, Anarchy, and Emma Goldman, Candace Falk. I bought this wayyy back when I was Emma Goldman-obsessed, which was way back when this blog started. 'Member that? Nah, you weren't here. ANYWAY, this is about her relationship with Ben Reitman (King of the Hobos) and that relationship is what made me interested in her, an interest which most recently resulted in visiting the site of her NYC apartment and creepily loitering outside while taking pictures and listening to 'The Night that Goldman Spoke at Union Square' from Ragtime the Musical on my phone. Mmm, memories. So I need to actually read this book.
Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?, Mindy Kaling. I pre-ordered this. I have a signed bookplate for it. But I have not read it.
How to Be a Woman, Caitlin Moran. Laura's gonna yell at me about this. I AM GOING TO READ IT, LAURA. Reeeeeal soon. And then I will finally know how to be a woman.
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| I hope it involves this dance |
I think the number of unread books on my shelves is close to 200? I think? It's really bad. Also, I'm pretty sure all of the above are going to be AMAZING, so I'm pretty much just an idiot for not reading them sooner.
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