I am officially a disgusting person. Because it took me two reads to get that Gus was talking about "Frankenstein", which I've never finished, and not a make-out story. ETA: The first time I read a Pelecanos, I didn't like it and thought my mom was out of her mind for bringing it to me. Because it had the awful review on the cover that said it was like Pulp Fiction in some overhyped way, and I waited for that part, and, nsm.
Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
Literary Buffistas 3: Don't Parse the Blurb, Dear.
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
It's possible he made out with the book.
I remember finishing Daniel Deronda in the evening after a day of rambling about the windy Mount Auburn Cemetary, looking for ancestors. (Also Bernard Malamud, and Isabella Stewart Gardner.) It was a lunar eclipse, and I was almost done with the novel, and even though it wasn't what I had wanted or expected it to be -- it suffers from its age terribly -- it was still a portrait of worthwhile subjectivities.
I also read a fair portion of Ivanhoe on a beach, hardly realizing till I started it that, in fact, Sir Walter Scott is perfect beach-reading!
Believe me, there are some I'd consider. I have a crush on David Simon because of the mid-section of "A Year On The Killing Streets".
Don't you have any accidental conflations?
I can't think of any with books. With some TV shows (and DVDs, videos, whatever), if I see a particular scene again I'll sometimes get a memory-flash of where I saw it the first time, and who else was there, and often portions of the conversation we were having. Or, the other way, if I'm doing something while watching TV, the next time I do that task I'll remember what I was watching. Which I discovered back when I'd do homework with the TV on.
I get the same memory-links with music occasionally, but not as much. I suspect I give books more of my attention, and music less, while something on TV comes in close enough to the 50% mark to get linked with whatever's going on around me.
I have a hazy, nostalgia-tinged memory of being about nine, sitting under a tree in our back yard in early autumn, while reading Something Wicked This Way Comes. After I finished it, I went into the house and announced to my parents that it was The Best Book Ever.
t biatch-slaps P-C, from two miles off, without warning
Why is Nutty's stuff always more romantic than mine?
Nevermind. I get to biatch-slaps P-C. My life is good.
Dune and instant cheese grits will always evoke each other in my head.
Why is Nutty's stuff always more romantic than mine?
Not that romantic. It was really blustery that day, and took us 2+ hours to find the stone we were looking for, though we'd parked within 100 yards of it. (It's a flat stone, in a crowded section.)
Dune and instant cheese grits will always evoke each other in my head.
Becuase of the water thing. I totally get that.