"Why Don't You Love Me Like I Love You, You Idiot?"
See, this would be a great poem.
JC, I too loved
Prodigal Summer
until someone pointed out to me how gender-biased it was. Now my love for it is tempered, but I still adore the "everything is connected" super-text to reinforce the ecological stance.
You think? Ok, maybe if I took some of the more anguished sound effects out.
I'm about a quarter of the way into
Fats Food Nation
and it is a much more enjoyable read than I expected. I haven't really read any sociolgy stuff since college (aside from adoption related things) and I'd forgotten how they get my brain spinning and all riled up to go save the world.
Now this is a tender and moving story.
A Puppy Poo forsaken at the corner of an alley. Everyone avoids it saying "Dirty Poo!" One drizzing spring day, Puppy Poo meets a young dandelion plant who needs fertilization. Puppy Poo joyfully breaks itself down and soaks into the root of dandelion. This self-sacrifice finally blooms a dandelion bud into its full glory. A moving and lessonful story illustrated by Sung-gak Chong.
Now this is a tender and moving story.
I think I know what's causing your migraines, Betsy. The interpipe itself is hurting your head.
The student newspaper at my university recently published the results of their annual writing competition. One of the poetry entries was admittedly made up of words picked at random from the dictionary. Is this poetry? Truly, my 2-year-old niece could have done this! (if I had one that is)
Huh. Well I guess somebody liked the sound or something.
Is this poetry?
According to William Burroughs.
I finished the newest Nevada Barr mystery last night,
High Country.
I was thrilled to know the area - it's set in Yosemite - and the mystery zips along entertainingly. Anna Pigeon taps into some dark places in her psyche to defend herself, but otherwise the book is free of ruminations about her life and relationships and is very much about the action.
Are you guys familiar with a vampire book that features a new vampire who is obsessed with finding her collection of shoes that had been disbursed by her family when she died?
(A friend of mine mentioned it to me, but she couldn't remember the title - it sounds both funny and wrong-headed.)