August 12, 2009
(via bookshelves)
I hope that some day I will have the means to procure a relatively long-term residence. I get a kick out of grown-up things like owning books and dedicating space to storing and reading them. All I have are textbooks and stuff my thirteen-year-old self thought was cool (The Catcher in the Rye, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, and Cat’s Cradle, I’m looking at you).
July 29, 2009
Book: Call Me By Your Name by Andre Aciman
The narrator has a lot of feelings. I was mostly okay with that. Takes place in Italy, in the summer. It almost hurts to read this on a stupid light rail train instead of in your Italian summer house after a day of swimming and playing tennis and riding your bicycle into town to visit the bookshop. There’s not a lot going on plot-wise and I found it hard to get a good grasp on the characters, but sometimes you want words and images to wash over you and this book is good for that.