A lot of people have a grudge against eReaders. Whether it’s because they think it will signal the downfall of books, they consider its silly to pay money for a non-physical object, or they just enjoy the feel of a physical book, not everyone is all for the eReader. I was once one of these people. I love books, I have a huge library, a Kindle just seemed silly to me. Then my fiance gifted me one for Christmas and my opinion changed. I still collect books with a passion, but there are some things I prefer my Kindle for.
I buy embarrassing eBooks on my reader, classic books in the public domain, read digital copies sent by authors and publishers, snatch up ones that are on sale, and even buy books that I am too impatient to wait for. FYI: Kindle editions go on sale at midnight on the night of the book’s release, an added bonus for books not rewarded release parties. I’ve even used the Kindle Lending Library to loan out eBooks that I wanted to read but my physical copies were currently loaned out.
An Argument for the Kindle in 5 Parts:
1. Book Lovers Will Always Buy Books
2. Entices Non Readers to Read More
3. Expands Your Reading Horizons
4. Makes Things Easier for Reviewers
5. Promotes Library Use
This past Sunday’s Oscars, hosted by Billy Crystal were pretty damn boring, and not just because a silent movie took home a bunch of undeserved awards. Thankfully, after being bombarded with jokes from the 90′s and poorly planned musical numbers (Hugh Jackman did it better) literature won big. From five Academy Award winning Hugo to Midnight in Paris and the animated short “The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore” each snagging an award, it was a good night for literature. Even Lords of the Rings and Flight of the Conchords member Bret Mackenzie won an Oscar. That’s right, Figwit: Oscar Winner is now a thing. Mind = blown.
With Hollywood constantly green lighting remakes and adapting books into film, it was no surprise that The Invention of Hugo Cabret was properly molded to form Hugo. However, two big wins for literature came in the form of original films about books. While not a giant award winning movie buff, I could nonetheless experience joy in the form of literary Oscar wins.
TV Show: “Shelldon”
Genre: Fiction, childrens, sea creatures, Finding Nemo rip-off
Rating: 2.56 out of 5 stars (tv show)
Summary: Anthropomorphic crabs and snails living in a shell community teach each other the importance of independent bookstores, and rejoice in the downfall of corporations. With Mr. Crab’s business failing, the children of Shell Town rush in to save their beloved childhood bookstore, setting up a book signing and sending the owner into a schizophrenic episode in the process. Yay Saturday morning television!
On occasion, I am awake early enough to watch Saturday morning cartoons. When I am too busy to change the channel because I’m getting ready or when “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic” isn’t on, the television usually sits on NBC and occasionally I will glare in horror at a show called “Shelldon” until “The Magic School Bus” comes on. And yes, the old “Magic School Bus” you grew up with, they didn’t retool it for a younger generation… Yet.
Last Saturday before Ms. Frizzle, the progressive science teacher with the pet chameleon came on, I gazed in horror at the frightening sea monsters that were teaching America yet another lesson. Two weeks prior, I learned about the importance of not getting lost, which occurred to Shelldon and friends when they left school after wandering away from their sea turtle teacher. Have I mentioned that “Shelldon” is a really poorly conceived Finding Nemo set in a shell exclusive community? What are we teaching our children with this drivel!?! To be racist against sea cucumbers because they don’t have any shells!?!
This is not a review! The Bibliomantics reviewed this in our book club on Feb 4th. This is in fact a poorly formed essay on the wonderful references and challenges to literature that is the backbone of The Fault in Our Stars. I didn’t want to hijack the aforementioned review, and have decided to write a separate entry. So, obviously, this is going to contain MASSIVE SPOILERS. And me blathering about capital “L” Literature in an overly-excited fashion.
You’ve been warned.
People have been telling me for years that I should read Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card. I was always hesitant though, 1. because I am not a huge science fiction fan, and 2. because Orson Scott Card is a disgusting bigot. Which made me wonder, would knowing that I disagree with his beliefs cloud my judgement if I read his novel?
My initial thought was yes, of course I would be unable to enjoy literature (albeit supposedly good literature) because it was written by a person with such an opposing world view. After all, I enjoy literature more from authors I appreciate as human beings. Before meeting Scott Westerfeld I was a huge fan of his work. After meeting him and learning what a down to earth, nice person he is, I found myself loving his work even more. Surely reading a book from someone I loathe would make me dislike their book.
So I figured, why not give it a shot, why not read Ender’s Game and see what all the fuss is about? With all this milling about my head I decided to learn a little bit more about Card. I wish I hadn’t opened Pandora’s box, because it definitely swayed my opinion before I began reading. The fist thing I learned is that Card was raised as a radical Mormon and that he opposes gay marriage and believes in Intelligent Design and thinks Charles Darwin is a phony.
Quick and dirty post tonight. A few weeks ago, my friend Jasmine and I were talking about things. She is currently studying abroad in Denmark, and so we were discussing classes and what-not. The subject turned to graduate school and I said, “you know, how hard can it be?” She evaluated this bold statement for a moment and said, “I feel like those are famous last words.”
Prophetic words my friend, absolutely prophetic. The reading! So much theory about information, and metatheory and searching and findability and berry-picking information – like on huckleberry bushes, since they don’t grow in clusters you have to search it out and… What am I even saying? Like Huckleberry Finn, I’m ready to bolt from “sivilization.”
Or just watch mindless television instead of doing my homework. Scrolling through Netflix Instant, browsing (or info seeking – aaah I can’t get grad school terminology out of my brain) I can’t help but notice all the crappy movies based on good books. Or just recycled plots and boring rom-coms. Blargh. So my procrastinating student brain started thinking about all the books I would love to see as movies. Though I know they would most likely be let-downs, followed by heavy critique, it’s still exciting to speculate. Join me after jump for the top five books I’d like to see adapted to film.
So Mondays haven’t been so good for me lately… But here I am on a lovely Tuesday evening, typing a lovely blog post. Er…
I was told by someone that I should just google the world’s shortest book and read that. However, I have found that it is impossible to find out what is ACTUALLY the world’s shortest book because all you will be given in response to the query are titles such as:
The Ethiopian Guide to World Domination
How to Cook Sushi
One Hundred and One Spotted Owl Recipes by the EPA
Heterosexual Hangouts in Key West
Now I’ve never been to Key West, but you get the idea. I tried typing “literally the world’s shortest book,” but that didn’t do it either. But how would you classify the world’s shortest book? Like just disregard children’s books or small poetry collections? Only count books that can be classed as adult novels? That wouldn’t be any good anyway because the only novels for adults I want to read are those in A Song of Ice and Fire. None of them are the world’s shortest book. Definitely not.
In hindsight, I probably should have read Jaws and written a review of it in honor of Shark Week. But instead, I’m drinking Yellow Tail and thinking about how much reading makes my life worth living. Plus, there’s always Shark Week next year.
So I have this job. I would define it as joyless, soul sucking, and just downright depressing. During work I think about one of two things: 1. How I wish I were reading or 2. How I plan to hang myself above the coffee bar. I try to focus on the wishing I was reading part.
Thankfully, tomorrow is Saturday (which means no work) but also it’s DO NOTHING BUT READ DAY (or DNBRD for short)! The best day of the year. The day I don’t have to think about the job that makes me want to drink Draino or my mountains of debt or the spiders waiting to avenge the death of their fallen comrades. Instead, I have an excuse to just read. ALL FRICKIN’ DAY!
So I was thinking to myself, why does it hurt so much to pull a wine cork out with your teeth? Is it friction? Is it that I buy cheap wine and that it’s not really made of cork? Is it the fact that I’m supposed to be talking about reading as escapism and how awesome DNBRD is going to be tomorrow!?! Is it the fact that this post is probably riddled with spelling errors?
Please note that this post will contain spoilers for some things. Namely, Twilight, Lord of the Rings, and Tuck Everlasting. I’m assuming that if you don’t already know what happens in these stories, it is because you either never cared to find out or intentionally avoided it (cough-Twilight-cough). But you have been warned!
I’m just going to confess right here and now that I read all four Twilight books, and originally enjoyed three of them. When I read Breaking Dawn, it was because I had been anxiously looking forward to it. (As opposed to Cassie-la.)
You may be relieved to know that Breaking Dawn was so bad it brought me to my senses about the whole enterprise. Although Edward and Bella’s obsessively unhealthy relationship was somehow tolerable (even, I hate to admit, romantic) to me up until that point, Bella deciding to forgo her mortality to become a beautiful and perfect immortal being, just so she could spend the rest of forever with her boyfriend, was the last straw.
Prior to these past few weeks, I had listened to a total of two audiobooks in my life, and one of them wasn’t even really an audiobook.
One was a fully-casted version of The Lord of the Rings, which came on multiple cassettes (yes, cassettes–I believe it’s from when the vernacular was still “books on tape”) and the other was the BBC radio production of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, a version which actually precedes it becoming a novel anyway…
(Although saying that the radio production is NOT an audiobook is a confusing matter as the “tertiary” “quandary” and “quintessential” phases of the radio show, produced much later than the original phases, are based almost directly on the third, fourth, and fifth books in the Hitchhiker’s Guide trilogy. But there’s no need to get into all of that.)
What I’m getting at is, I don’t have much experience “listening” to books.*