So far this has been disappointing--I REALLY want to like it!
It's about this psychologist-nerd lady who studies Near Death Experiences with this hot MSo far this has been disappointing--I REALLY want to like it!
It's about this psychologist-nerd lady who studies Near Death Experiences with this hot MD who replicates the NDE with medications. Psych Nerd starts to self-experiment when they can't get enough subjects to participate. It's taken 200 pages to get to her first self-experiment and that is FAR too long. I can't take 200 pages of silly banter and cheesiness before the action starts. There is way too much detail about the scientific process that has no bearing on the narrative. I guess Willis is trying to come across as authentic when all she is doing is boring me.
Anyway, it has so much potential that I might keep going. I am a sci-fi novice so I might be judging against the wrong standards perhaps? ...more
I'm having a Katrina zeitgeist experience right now. I started reading this book because I was jobless and wanted to read something that captured me sI'm having a Katrina zeitgeist experience right now. I started reading this book because I was jobless and wanted to read something that captured me social-workishly, and the book's so long that I got a job while I was still in the midst. And guess who most of my clients are at this new job? You guessed it: Katrina "survivors." Luckily, I had already learned that they don't like to be called "victims." Brinkley's book is sort of messing with my social work skills because it was so good, it's making me want more! This book totally fascinated me, beginning to 500-something page end. While some of his narratives were kind of useless (Harry Connick Jr? Jimmy Buffet? Who cares?) and some I wanted to hear more about (the NBC photographer-Zambado?), overall this was a fast-paced and detailed account of one of the most disturbing pieces of American History (and there're a lot to choose from). I now find that I am wanting for more firsthand accounts and I have to stop myself from hungrily asking my clients questions that might induce trauma. Did you get stuck in your attic and have to punch through to your roof? Did you really smell the bodies rotting all around you? Did you hear about the Memorial Medical Center? Pretty gross, huh? Were you in the Superdome or the Convention Center? These aren't necessarily therapeutic questions, I have discovered. Brinkley needs to write a follow-up. Most of the people I have talked to are still adjusting to what happened. They can't move back because now property is too expensive. They have whole communities here in Austin that are basically all from NOLA (fun new acronym) but they kind of want to go back, because Austin is no New Orleans. It's hard. And I'm not even going to start in on the governmental side of things now. Ugh. Read this book, though. Seriously. ...more
I was hands-down, totally over the top OBSESSED with Anne (with an E) of Green Gables for a large majority of my childhood. She took that crucial spo
I was hands-down, totally over the top OBSESSED with Anne (with an E) of Green Gables for a large majority of my childhood. She took that crucial spot for me after Laura Ingalls and before Madonna and Punky Brewster. You could call it my post-Victorian era, I suppose.
First, I'll admit it. I saw the made for TV movie first. We recorded it on video. I watched it over and over and over. I had all the lines memorized. I cried when I found out the adoptive dad died in real life. I made my dad pledge to PBS so I could own my own copy of the book. It was a beautiful edition, with gold-leaf pages and a picture of Anne on the cover that inspired many many pencil drawings by moi. Let me tell you, I read the shit out of that book. It took me a while, because I wanted to savor it. I think it took me so long, that by the time I had made my way to Anne of the Island, I had lost interest, and started reading Christopher Pike or something.
Anne was a hero to me, because she was tough, and she was on her own. She fantasized about her own death (I can't tell you how many times I wished I had a canoe to lie down in and a fistful of flowers), and lived in her own intellectual world. She wasn't all that hot by the standards of the day (plus she carried that fugly carpet bag), she was independent (some would say "strange"), but she still snagged that catch, Gilbert, or whatever his name was. She was a bit mixed up, super fiesty, and she was human. Anne rules!...more