Yes, I still manage to read occasionally
In spite of the best efforts of my design professors to fill my time with assignments, I still manage to (defiantly) read books. Screw ‘em, I need balance in my life. And I’m sick of school.
Pffththttthtthhhhh…
Kornwolf was my first ever Tristan Egolf book. It’s also the first book that I’ve purchased in some time that was chosen solely by cover blurbs. I generally don’t give in to such base marketing tactics but I guess I had a weak moment. Regardless, the book was decent. I’m fairly sure this book was still being written when Egolf “offed” himself as there’s a serious need for punctuation editing and the story just kind of stops. I enjoy stories that don’t have clear endings, but this one definitely feels like it was supposed to not-end in a different way. No biggie, the story was good.
Superbad by Ben Greenman restored my faith in McSweeney’s books. The Lydia Davis book left a slightly unpleasant taste in my mouth. Greenman’s book, however, was great. Way too many typos, but that’s a minor nit. I felt like I was reading a McSweeney’s book and that’s all I care about. I’ll spare you the description of what a McSweeney’s book feels like. You have to read one to understand.
I’m about 1/3 of the way through Malcolm Gladwell’s Blink and I’m going to start McSweeney’s #11 some time tonight (my new bedroom book). Oh, and I’m suffering through a partial re-read of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, or as I refer to it when I’m not at school, Zen and the Art of Overthinking Every Damn Thing to the Point of Psychosis and Shock Therapy. Zen my ass. I disliked that book the first time I read it and I can’t say I think much more of it the second time around. I only have to read part #3 for one of my design classes (why? WHY??) so I’ll just hold my nose and press on.
