So I love books. I love starting them, finishing them, talking about them while drunk, hearing about them from drunk people.
Books are lovely. Even the terrible ones are lovely. Twilight is complete trash and I fed it to my rodents but it was also wonderful. If that twat can get published well then hope is not dead for the rest of us. Even the rodents couldn't quite choke it down completely; there's still a bit of the spine getting crapped on in the corner under the water bottle.
I got a Kindle and it's just not the same. On the one hand I had an entire library ratting around in my purse, it stayed charged for a billion years and I never had to worry about getting pizza sauce on the pages. I can also read complete trash without anybody ever knowing. Sadly this also meant I could never show off whenever I decide to re-tackle Atlas Shrugged before admitting that I'm actually a terrible person who will probably never finish it. You also can't force Kindle books on your friends which is my absolute favorite thing to do.
Just finished Nick Harkaway's The Gone-Away World and that man is a goddamn genius. I then proceeded to get all action-novel happy and burnt through his almost-as-awesome Angelmaker. I'm currently working on reviews of those two books, and then I'll go through John Dies at the End and This Book Is Full of Spiders.
At least that's the plan. Let's hope I don't go all Atlas Shrugged up in here.
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