I find it amazing that, even though I have read this before and KNEW the outcome, there was still this little shred of hope alive in me that thought mI find it amazing that, even though I have read this before and KNEW the outcome, there was still this little shred of hope alive in me that thought maybe this time things would end differently. A nice thought, but clearly naive and/or delusional. Ah, the Thought Police would have a field day with me. ;)
A brilliant book, one of very few that can truly make me shiver from beginning to end. A must read, a must re-read. And to put it in a single word, Mr. Orwell, your book is DOUBLEPLUSGOOD. ...more
The first time I picked up this book (some eight years ago) I had no idea who Jon Krakauer was nor what the book was truly about (I knew it was aboutThe first time I picked up this book (some eight years ago) I had no idea who Jon Krakauer was nor what the book was truly about (I knew it was about Everest, but not about the tragedy that occurred there). Not an outdoorsy person myself, I decided to read it simply because it was something different, and different it was. It didn't change my life, I didn't start hiking and mountain climbing (though I very briefly entertained the idea until dismissing it for the fact that I have a few injuries that sometimes make the simple act of walking painful) but it did open my eyes to a world I knew very little about. Since then I've always been on the look out for more of Krakauer's writings. He has a way with words that is most impressive and you can tell that with everything he writes he is always searching for the absolute truth. His honestly is open and real, even when it will bring his own being under scrutiny.
This chilling account of what happened that season on Everest is moving in away that fiction, and in many cases even other non-fiction, is not, and I don't that that if someone else had written it it would have had the same impact, nor driven home the same point: that no matter how many people die on Everest and other mountains, there will always be other people willing to risk their live to tame that which cannot be tamed. You can say its human nature, or you can say it is insanity, but I think it is a perfectly balanced combination of both.
I read parts of this online before it was published in book form, but only just now have gotten around to reading it in its full glory. JDATE is as brI read parts of this online before it was published in book form, but only just now have gotten around to reading it in its full glory. JDATE is as brilliant as I remember it being, and I love how you get so into the book, the horror of all that is happening, and you kinda forget that there could be anything else to this book other than horror, then BAM, something totally brilliant and hilarious happens (or is said) and suddenly you are laughing your ass off, when only seconds ago your were freaking out about shadow people and jellyfish (the two things in the world that truely freak me out, go figure).
I am looking forward to the sequel and unlike how I kept not getting around to reading JDATE until sometime after it was officially published, I shall pick up the sequel at the first possible second!...more
At first glance, I thought perhaps people just weren't "getting" This Book based upon the reviews. But, now having read This Book, I see the problem.At first glance, I thought perhaps people just weren't "getting" This Book based upon the reviews. But, now having read This Book, I see the problem. There isn't really anything to get. I guess that really bothers people. Perhaps the acquisition of a sense of humor before reading This Book will help enhance The Reader's enjoyment of This Book. Perhaps not.
If you are already in possession of the aforementioned sense of humor, This Reader highly recommends having someone read This Book out loud to them in an old British accent.
**spoiler alert** Man oh man oh man. I wish someone had told me this was dark tower related back when I first got my Kindle, I would have eaten up thi**spoiler alert** Man oh man oh man. I wish someone had told me this was dark tower related back when I first got my Kindle, I would have eaten up this story on the spot. Low Men, Pink Kindles, and Pardox Laws, oh my!
The emotions in this story were so tangable, I felt the same excitement the characters felt as they discovered the works of Hemingway and Shakespeare that were never know to our universe, and I felt the same dread that Wesley felt as he first lay eyes upon the low men's flashy red Caddie in the parking lot. I could feel the urges that Wesley had to keep reading and reading all of the new, amazing works he was coming across (if that were my Kindle, I never would have left the house again!). And I nearly yelled at my damned Kindle when Wesley and Robbie decided to take action to keep the school bus from getting hit. If there is anything I've learned from reading, it's that you don't mess with Paradox inducing events, ESPECIALLY if low men are going to be sent after you. And now I shudder at the thought of that super powerful Kindle in the hands of the Crimson King.
Gah, what an amazing, easy to read, gripping piece of fiction!
I honestly thought this book was going to be very tongue in cheek, very silly, basically something that didn't take itself too seriously and mocked thI honestly thought this book was going to be very tongue in cheek, very silly, basically something that didn't take itself too seriously and mocked the vampire horror genre (but not Lincoln, I certainly wouldn't have wanted that, and despite what some say, I don't believe it did that). Then, when I first began reading and realized it wasn't going to be complete satire/parody, I was slightly disappointed, but that didn't last long, because the damned book sucked me in. Surely, everyone knows what eventual outcome the story leads to, but if you know more about Lincoln than just the hisotrical outcomes of the things he put in motion, then it really is a trip to read of his life with vampires woven into the storyline. I found this to be a very thrilling, page turning, emotional read. Sure, that probably has to do with the fact that Lincoln was just that awesome of a man, but to imagine him killing vampires with an ax as he made his way through life, well, that's just the icing on the cake....more
REREAD UPDATE: I'm not going to pretend that every time I crack open an egg (which I do quite often) I think of this book, but sometimes when the starREREAD UPDATE: I'm not going to pretend that every time I crack open an egg (which I do quite often) I think of this book, but sometimes when the stars and planets are aligned properly (and, let's face it, I'm high as a kite) and I start making something eggy, I do think about it. This happened to me the other night and I decided to reread The Egg Said Nothing while I shoveled a cheesy, eggy mess into my mouth. And it was damned fine (the food and the book). I've upped my rating to five stars, because, damn it, I just really love this story, predictable ending be damned!
****** I first saw The Egg Said Nothing on the Goodreads giveaway list and immediately thought to myself: “Oooh! I like eggs!” I wasn’t entirely certain of how I felt about eggs with the potential to hold conversation, but since the title clearly stated that the egg in question said nothing, I decided to take my chances and entered the giveaway.
Sadly, a few days later found me sitting on my couch trying to cheer myself up with a bowl of ice cream. I had lost the giveaway! “How is this possible?” I asked my quiet apartment, but no ready answer came. Like certain eggs, my apartment isn’t much of a conversationalist. “I mean, I like eggs, I should have won.”
These sorts of thoughts ran around in my head for at least another five minutes, until I realized that I needed to be at work in one minute, and I lived fifteen minutes away.
All thoughts of eggs vanished from my mind, and for quite some time, I’m sad to say, until one fine evening, while enjoying the company of a friend who may or may not have been under the effects of hallucinogenic drugs (I honestly don’t know, it’s hard to tell with him sometimes), asked if he could make an omelet. I said: “Sure, just don’t make a mess.”
He made a mess (I am now more inclined to think he was simply stoned).
I went to sleep.
I woke up.
I cursed at having forgotten about the eggy mess in my kitchen. I stared at the beautiful broken egg shells on my countertop. I picked up a white, smooth shell and gazed at it as if it might tell me the answers to all the questions I’ve ever had about life and about living it. I suddenly dropped the shell on the counter, ran to my computer, went to Amazon.com and purchased The Egg Said Nothing for my Kindle.
True story (except in the instances where it’s not and I’ll leave it up to you to decide what those instances are).
I managed to get about two thirds of the way through The Egg Said Nothing before the call to arms came once more. This time I allowed myself two minutes to get to work instead of one. It’s an improvement, I suppose.
And all the while, as I worked, I kept thinking of a chipped tooth and gender equality and shovels, and whether or not one could feasibly live off the coins rescued from the bottom of a fountain. I mean, really, in this economy? Who would toss away their spare change? By the end of the month I usually have enough spare change to see a concert or two the next month. If I tossed it into a fountain every day, I’d be tossing away the greatest joy in my life: music. But then I thought, if I don’t toss it, am I depriving someone their utility bill payment?
“Get a grip,” I told myself as I drove home from work, “it’s too late in the day for this sort of crazy talk.”
I can’t say I agreed. It was two thirty in the morning. It seemed like the perfect time of day for that sort of crazy talk.
It’s funny how fifteen minutes can seem like an eternity when you are talking to yourself in your car, but eventually I arrived home, and in a fashion most uncharacteristic, I went straight to bed. I dreamt the dreams of the dead, if the dead dream about throwing their loose change at the front man of In Flames while he belts out the chorus of The Quiet Place, that is.
I awoke a few hours later with a renewed sense of vigor; I had a story to finish reading, and finish it I did.
I could list on one hand the books that have made me laugh so loud and so hard that I had to set it aside for a moment so I could regain my composure. The Egg Said Nothing is now one of those books and I found it to be a truly entertaining read. I only wish it could have been longer. But in saying that, I realize that what ever sense of urgency the book was giving off would have been totally ruined by a longer story. So I guess I just have to settle for the hope that in the future we will be graced by more written brilliance (and sheer awesomeness) from Caris O’Malley.
I wish I could give The Egg Said Nothing a 4.5 star rating, but such is life on Goodreads, that I must settle with 4 stars, my only real, honest complaint being that I found the ending somewhat predictable. But that could be my own damned fault. I knew Kevin Spacey ‘did it’ within the first five minutes of The Usual Suspect and then went on to joke that Kevin Spacey did it in Seven, having no idea that he was even in the movie to begin with. Sometimes I just know things.
In closing, I’d like to ask one simple question: does anyone have any recommended cleaning liquids that would help me in getting the smell of three day omelet out of my cheap kitchen countertops? If so, please do leave a messa…
The Long Walk has always been not just one of my favorite Stephan King books, but one of my favorite books in general. I just finished reading it forThe Long Walk has always been not just one of my favorite Stephan King books, but one of my favorite books in general. I just finished reading it for the first time in a few years, and it was just as moving and unbelievably insane as it was all of the other times I’ve read it. I remember the first time I read it, and how shocked I was when I realized what “getting your ticket” actually meant. I enjoy reading dystopian novels, so, maybe, I should have seen it coming, but I didn’t.
I’ve always felt this was one of King’s best works because it is very human. There’s no crazy clown or other supernatural entity that can be blamed for what goes on in The Long Walk, just the degradation of society and that is scarier then anything else could be, as far as I’m concerned.
King’s writing (or Bachman’s, if you prefer) is excellent here, even if I didn’t like the story, I think I’d still give a kudos for the writing. It’s hard not to feel every cramp and ache that the boys in this story feel, the writing completely envelops you, draws you in and makes you feel, and that’s what good writing is all about....more
Of the Discworld books I’ve read Mort is my favorite, second only to Reaper Man. I’ve always enjoyed reading different takes on the entity that is DeaOf the Discworld books I’ve read Mort is my favorite, second only to Reaper Man. I’ve always enjoyed reading different takes on the entity that is Death, it’s something that authors have a lot of leeway with, they can take it anywhere they want, and it’s always interesting to see exactly what an author will do with Death.
Terry Pratchett’s take on Death has always been my favorite, and while he’s more of a supporting character in this book (in most Discworld books he just pops in for a scene or two) I think he steals the show, hands down. It’s very fun to read how he becomes more human as Mort becomes more like Death, and the image of Death in a conga line is one that won’t quickly dissipate from my mind.
As always, TP’s humor and writing is spot on. It’s a rare day indeed when I like all of the main characters in a book, but Mort is one of those books where I genuinely enjoyed everything. My only real gripe with it is that there seems to be a lot of repetition about the speed at which light travels on the Disc. It tends to pop up once or twice in each book I’ve read, and that’s fine, it’s a funny little detail, but in Mort it seems to pop up anytime light is mentioned, which gets really repetitive, fast. Other then that, it’s a damn fine read.
Sourcery is next on the Discworld list, and I don’t think I’ve read it before, though it seems familiar, so maybe I have....more
This was a thoroughly entertaining read and surprisingly deep as well. Sam is the kind of guy I’d gladly welcome into my life, a no nonsense, no bullsThis was a thoroughly entertaining read and surprisingly deep as well. Sam is the kind of guy I’d gladly welcome into my life, a no nonsense, no bullshit kind of guy who tells it like it is (in a hilarious fashion). He’d fit right in around here.
This book really is hilarious, but also, there is a deeper story here about a dad who loves his kids and wants to make sure they are prepared for the life that lies ahead of them. I think we all could have benefited from a life growing up with such a blunt, honest guy around. In a time of so many pantywaists running around trying to “protect the children” Sam Halpern is a delight to read about, and I’m so glad Justin decided to write about him and his own topsy-turvy life.
My only regret is that I put off reading this for so long, because the book is full of gems, like this one:
“I’m gonna put a handful of condoms in the glove compartment of the car…I don’t give a shit if you don’t want to talk about this with me, I don’t want to talk about this with you, either. You think I want you screwing in my car? No. But I’d much less rather have to pay for some kid you make because there ain’t condoms in there.”
I've gathered from reading many reviews of this book that the general consensus is that while When You Are Engulfed in Flames is a good book, SedarisI've gathered from reading many reviews of this book that the general consensus is that while When You Are Engulfed in Flames is a good book, Sedaris has done better. To that, I can only think of one thing to say: if this is "mediocre" compared to his other works, then I can't wait to read them! Personally, I think this is an excellent collection of essays, they are funny, witty, smart and endearing and I'm glad I finally got around to reading something written by Sedaris.
"Keeping Up", "In the Waiting Room", "April in Paris", and as gross as it was, "Old Faithful" are among my favorites in this collection, but the one that really struck a chord with me was "The Smoking Section", being a sort of former cigarette smoker (I've switched to an electronic cigarette, but the switch has been difficult).
I can't wait to read more essays from Sedaris, he's a smooth writer who knows how to draw you into his world. The essays herein cover a wider range than I understand a lot of his other works cover, and I think that makes for an excellent collection. Variety is the spice of life after all, and this collection certainly added a bit of kick to mine while I was reading it....more
Nonsense Novels was recommend to me by my friend Jason and I'm so very glad he did. The stories within are absolutely absurd, but they are brilliant aNonsense Novels was recommend to me by my friend Jason and I'm so very glad he did. The stories within are absolutely absurd, but they are brilliant and hilarious because of it. But then again, some of the genres these stories mock are equally absurd, though they are not nearly as entertaining to read.
"Guido the Gimlet of Ghent" was far and away my favorite of the stories, followed closely by "Sorrows of the Super Soul" and "Soaked in Seaweed", but everything in Nonsense Novels is a good read and there are tons of great lines that made me laugh out loud, which is very rare for me when I read, I usually laugh on the inside when I'm alone. One line in particular from the Guido story really struck me as hilarious:
"The love of Guido and Isolde was of that pure and almost divine type, found only in the middle ages."
It may be funnier to me than others because I had recently proofread an essay about life in the middle ages, part of which dealt with the love stories that came from the time period and how they were, in short, overly romanticized due to the poor quality of life and a need to take their minds off it. And while that certainly isn't a symptom that has been confined to the middle ages its seems to ring truer during that time period then any other. Only in the middle ages, indeed.
Anyhoo, if you love satire, you should love these stories. If you don't love satire, well, then, I feel very sorry for you. I've heard rumors that you can buy a sense of humor on eBay for a very reasonable price....more