I can’t believe August has come and gone already. Why does time seem to stand still and fly by all at once?
My July Reading List was………… interesting, with a few likes, dislikes, and in-betweens. This summer has been an eclectic mix of books. August was no different as I went from a nobel prize winning author, to a comedian assessing the jungle that is the modern dating scene.
These include one of the best books I’ve read this year.
What books to read next month, that is the question!……… any suggestions?
goodreads description: Nadine Gordimer’s first novel, published in 1953, tells the story of Helen Shaw, daughter of white middle-class parents in a small gold-mining town in South Africa. As Helen comes of age, so does her awareness grow of the African life around her. Her involvement, as a bohemian student, with young blacks leads her into complex relationships of emotion and action in a culture of dissension.
This book might possibly be one of the best books I’ve read this summer. It was brought to my attention by a friend who highly recommended it.
It was slightly reminiscent of the style of my favorite author, Madeleine L’Engle. A beautiful mixture of feeling, thought, and growth. A truly beautiful story and view of life, love, and many other nouns.
“The truth isn’t always beauty, but the hunger for it is.”
What is this World? What kind of place is it? The round kind. The spinning kind. The moist kind. The inhabited kind. The kind with flamingos (real and artificial). The kind where water in the sky turns into beautifully symmetrical crystal flakes sculpted by artists unable to stop themselves (in both design and quantity). The kind of place with tiny, powerfully jawed mites assigned to the carpets to eat my dead skin as it flakes off . . . The kind with people who kill and people who love and people who do both . . .This world is beautiful but badly broken.
This book was both profound and ridiculous, enjoyable and boring. I found the author had everything to say and yet nothing to say. To be honest, I am not sure what my feelings about it are. I neither liked it nor disliked it. Perhaps, it might not be one of those books that is to be liked or disliked. It’s purpose is something else. Something simple and complex, incomprehensible yet within our grasp.
“The world is rated R, and no one is checking IDs. Do not try to make it G by imagining the shadows away. Do not try to hide your children from the world forever, but do not try to pretend there is no danger. Train them. Give them sharp eyes and bellies full of laughter. Make them dangerous. Make them yeast, and when they’ve grown, they will pollute the shadows.”
At some point, every one of us embarks on a journey to find love. We meet people, date, get into and out of relationships, all with the hope of finding someone with whom we share a deep connection. This seems standard now, but it’s wildly different from what people did even just decades ago. Single people today have more romantic options than at any point in human history. With technology, our abilities to connect with and sort through these options are staggering. So why are so many people frustrated?
For years, Aziz Ansari has been aiming his comic insight at modern romance, but for Modern Romance, the book, he decided he needed to take things to another level. He teamed up with NYU sociologist Eric Klinenberg and designed a massive research project, including hundreds of interviews and focus groups conducted everywhere from Tokyo to Buenos Aires to Wichita.
I found this book a quick and humorous read, great when you want a good laugh but also want to know why the dating scene is such a confusing place.
I particularly enjoyed the sections toward the end of the book when he decides to analyze the romantic behaviors of people in several large cities around the world. The comparison of U.S. romance with that of Paris and Tokyo is downright comical.
“As a medium, it’s safe to say, texting facilitates flakiness and rudeness and many other personality traits that would not be expressed in a phone call or an in-person interaction.”
Sussex, England. A middle-aged man returns to his childhood home to attend a funeral. Although the house he lived in is long gone, he is drawn to the farm at the end of the road, where, when he was seven, he encountered a most remarkable girl, Lettie Hempstock, and her mother and grandmother. He hasn’t thought of Lettie in decades, and yet as he sits by the pond (a pond that she’d claimed was an ocean) behind the ramshackle old farmhouse, the unremembered past comes flooding back. And it is a past too strange, too frightening, too dangerous to have happened to anyone, let alone a small boy.
This book was enchanting and exquisite. Gaiman seems to be capable of capturing what life and experiences feel like from a child’s perspective. I loved it. It reminds me that I need to add more Gaiman books to my “to-read” list.
This book is childhood.
“Grown-ups don’t look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they’re big and thoughtless and they always know what they’re doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. Truth is, there aren’t any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.”
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