It would not be entirely unusual for an adult to try and drown themselves under the patronizing gaze of eskimo and sidekick, Swede. For...more[image error]
It would not be entirely unusual for an adult to try and drown themselves under the patronizing gaze of eskimo and sidekick, Swede. For adults who overcame the implied by Disney, congrats. There are few that get over their indignation. But that's how this book started. Except it was not the grown-up. What kind of kid thinks so little of themselves? And to employ oneself at a morally contrictory establishment, now that is a statement. Not like Cam was out to make one here after all. He was just a little more colorful than the other wallflowers. Dying from a disease shared with what is on your plate can perk anyone up. Tragic, though it was supposed to be, this was the fact that was the egg in my beer.
And Disney? Couldn't get any worse...really. [image error] (less)
What Catherine Land did not realize that the enigmatic and lonely Ralph Truitt had a plan of his own.
Is it just me, or did Ralph axe he...moreWhat Catherine Land did not realize that the enigmatic and lonely Ralph Truitt had a plan of his own.
Is it just me, or did Ralph axe her after the book was over? For someone who struck me as a [image error] Catherine did not get what was coming to her. Perhaps I missed it. But besides repetitive story telling, this was what irked me the most.
And woah Nelly Time Out NY. I'm no authority on 'Hitchcock,' but this is a hell of crap example of 'weighty.' Perhaps my view of Ralph as an egocentric hyper-sexualized manic is too spiteful, maybe not. It is still, nonetheless, a frisbee book. Well. The critics got very few things right on this one besides it steaming up your rear view mirrors. And remember class, never read fluff and drive. (less)
I am officially heartless. This book did not change my life radically. I didn't change my major to enviromental science. And I just had S...more
I am officially heartless. This book did not change my life radically. I didn't change my major to enviromental science. And I just had Sweet and Sour Turkey meatballs last night. Though it may seem I am made of stone, this book got four stars from me for the very fact that it was something like purgatory for all meat-lovers out there. It is so easy to forget the fragility of life, or the many 'lives' we take just by providing a meal for our family or ourselves.
I was a bit of a deist when I was a child. Forward, forward, forward. The watchmaker did not create the mechanism to go backwards. The Fall>>Carnivores>>Survival of the Fittest. I never really had the chance to think about eating, growing up amongst jerky-gorging, poultry-masticating gluttons. I didn't think about the amount of space the 'broilers' were to live in for 42, no excuse me, 39, brutal days. I didn't even wonder about the amount of chickens that were missed by the 'kill men' and the slitter machines. And cows? Besides squealing about how sootily cute they were as they drove by packed into a slaughterhouse semi, never even a pause.
So, Eating Animals=An Eating Enlightenment. The food chain problem is an ongoing process with me. Would it be too dominant of me to not give my food the same respect I give my pets? Yes, Foer, what is it between us and them? Questions, questions. Too many damn questions. (less)
[image error] By far, the best shiner I have recieved reading a book this year. What took me so long to read this little gem anyway? Fear...more[image error]
[image error] By far, the best shiner I have recieved reading a book this year. What took me so long to read this little gem anyway? Fear, most probably. When being a yellow-bellied snivler was done and over with, it had been the most fun I have had all week. All 125 minutes and 45 seconds of it. The short executive work I was prepared to make of this so-called 'hick' novel was hijacked by none other than puppy love. It was rather disgusting how quickly I surrendered to the sheer adorable nature of the Dollys. Their problem solving and deduction is contagious, my own heritage is made up of the stuff. Broken collar bones make you grow faster, inside and out. A few swallowed words never broke no teeth. A pride broken was a skin saved. Simple truths that have unfortunately haunted my parents throughout their lives, and unwillingly trickled down to their hick broodlings.
It reminded me of the time when I was first jumped. It was like something out of The Outsiders. Everyone's gotta make fun of the kid with huge eyes right? I guess them being a shade over a 'tad bit' green made it a tad bit worse. No knives, nothing dramatic like that. Just spit, nails and fists. Happy to report though, I was the only one who walked away without broken teeth or broken pride (don't worry, I was to do some good eatin' much later). It reminded me of my first encounter with the power of words spitten. It began a certain fascination with short fuses and imperviousness to physical pain. I had, up until that point lived by the phrase, "The pen is mightier than the sword." I took whoever's words as the law of fighting. The wakeup call was slow in coming, but the realization was a pretty quick slap from nuanced thinking. Or wishful thinking.
The avoidance of family came to an abrupt stop for Ree Dolly when her father skipped out on her family. She went through some fast gut-tensing to track the numbskull down before the law did. And sometimes you ask hard questions of flint-skinned people and you get a good hearty smack in the chewbox. This should not have been the delicious turning point, but as toe-clenching as it was for me, I took great pleasure in applauding Ree of her "dysfunctional" hearing.
Once upon a time this book actually made me blush, oh that once upon a time when I was barred from saying dumb (yes, I was a bubble girl, what of it?...more Once upon a time this book actually made me blush, oh that once upon a time when I was barred from saying dumb (yes, I was a bubble girl, what of it?)! Now that I'm older I can handle the guttermouths, heck, I might even be able to surpass them (more on that later). This time around it was merely the lack of intellect in crafting this novel. It's like the 'homely' baby of the family (oh come on, we all have seen at least one). Everyone pets it with a tenative hand and lavishes it with hidden insults. I might be a pity-partier, but I try not to indulge book with my instantaneous reaction to their pitable existence.
There seems to be little to no communication between myself and the kindly librarian who has done a lot for me over the years of my shelf-ravaging. Sh...more There seems to be little to no communication between myself and the kindly librarian who has done a lot for me over the years of my shelf-ravaging. She gives out the good kind of good advice. No sugar toppings. It's become a seriously funny joke, self-punishment by books about books. "They just are not out there, hun." "It's a new year though, so until I have infallible proof, the game is afoot!" *Sighs* "Don't be such a smut glut, hun. I would rather you get your nails done every three weeks than read this..this..*drops to a whisper* sludge."
Friend love, such a terrible thing. I would never be an exonerated smut, and she could see right through my stack of Dickens, Sociology and Liza Picard. Right through it. Friend love can be tough, but librarian tough love can be a female dog. Yet, there is no other valuable advice about books any where else (save for GR peoples of course). We should have award programs circulating for these people. If they say that you won't get past page 30, they are usually right. If they give you a list of books, you had better follow it to the letter. They'll be watching...
And I didn't even have to pick up a dieting book to learn some top secrets. Other than that, this was a c**p read. I need to go back to my true love,...more And I didn't even have to pick up a dieting book to learn some top secrets. Other than that, this was a c**p read. I need to go back to my true love, Foer.(less)