I thought after getting tagged by you and Ben, I would participate. :) My response posted online:

http://www.alloflife.org

joshua

j. dove’s last blog post..What is a Meme? This is.

• Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides. One-third finished. Pretty interesting—but not as interesting as Murakami, who’s taking the bulk of my current reading time.

• Locas: A Love and Rockets Collection by Jaime Hernandez. Nearly half-finished. I’ve been having trouble getting into this one. When comparing the work of Los Bros Hernandez, I much prefer the work of Gilberto (e.g. Palomar), but I’m working my way through this because of its importance to the medium. Hopefully along the way I’ll catch its fire.

• The Book of Mormon by Joseph Sillypants. Seriously, this reads like a Dan Brown book. Funny, but dumber than a bag of hammers.

2) Wishful Reading:
I wish I had the time to read pretty much everything else on my to-read stack. The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana (Umberto Eco – 1/4 read), Hells Angels (Hunter S. Thompson – 1/4 read), my newly gained commentary on Song of Songs/Ecclesiastes. The latesrt volume of Age of Bronze (Eric Shanower). Understanding Power (Noam Chomsky). Etc.

3) Eschewed Assignments:
• Pretty much anything that’s not a novel. My time’s too precious to waste on non-fiction.
• I will not be re-reading His Dark Materials as was assigned for the book club I’m part of. The series was awful enough the first time (who ever convinced that hack Pullman that he could put together a coherent story anyway?).
• And wishful thinking aside, I will not be finishing the Book of Mormon.

4) A Quote:

“If people lived forever—if they never got any older—if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy—do you think they’d bother to think hard about things, the way we’re doing now? I mean, we think about just about everything, more or less—philosophy, psychology, logic. Religion. Literature. I kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never com into the world. I mean—”

May Kashara cut herself short and remained silent for a while, during which her “I mean” hung in the darkness of the well like a hacked-off fragment of thought. Maybe she had lost the will to say any more. Or maybe she needed time to think of what came next. I just waited in silence for her to continue, my head lowered as from the beginning. The thought crossed my mind that if May Kashara wanted to kill me right away, it would be no trouble for her at all. She could just drop a big rock down the well. If she tried a few times, one was bound to hit me in the head.

5) Why I Am Posting:
Lunch break.