Being a sickly s.o.b. right now I’ll probably be spending the entire weekend in my bed, and since I just finished reading Dorian Gray I will be reading a new book in between episodes of Castle.
Up next is Where Rainbows End–Cecelia Ahern, it’s about two childhood best friends who eventually become separated, one in Dublin the other in America. Rosie and Alex are trying to rejoin each other in Boston, but stuff keeps getting in the way.
This entire book is written in a series of notes from the time they are kids, to emails and messenger conversations as adults. It’s pretty cute so far, but I’m only up until they are sixteen.
I usually really like Cecelia Aherns books, even though they usually piss me off at the end by making me cry.
Try some of her books, she’s a fantastic writer.
Another classic down, a million more to go. This book may have been small in size, but it was pretty big on lessons.
It’s about a man who has his portrait painted by a friend and at the same time gets corrupted by another friends words and wishes/prays that he would stay young forever but the portrait would age for him.
Well, he got his wish. The painting ages and shows all of his malicious deeds within his painted face while he remains young. This is a good book, but it does get a little wordy and boring. I kind of skimmed the last twenty pages because his one friend goes on and on about things that seem boring and pointless.
I recommend this for someone who is in need of a life lesson or just happens to like stories about messed up people.
Have a good weekend, hope everyone enjoys this snowy weather we are being forced to endure, lol .
Ir’s 8 am. and I’m not human yet. If I had to guess, I’d say I am a sloth-like snail.
I am still dying a slow and not very painful, but still exhausting death.
I know the following book has been out for a long time, but it still managed to really gross me out, piss me off and make me really happy when I made the decision to just stop reading it.
Million Little Pieces–James Frey
Don’t call it a biography if it isn’t one son. And also don’t piss off Oprah by lying either. My cousin gave this to me for Christmas one year and said that she knew that I liked reading and that this was the lastest (it was years ago) on the Oprah book club list. Little did she know that I didn’t use to like Oprah (now I’m a fan, she’s outrageous and I love it.) and that I was heavily into Lord of the Rings. Needless to say, I did end up reading this book.
And it was disturbed to say the least, but one of the most boring books ever. I was definitely not into it. And the fact that Oprah found out this guy was lying gave me the reason I needed to stop reading this piece of garbage.
People kept telling me this man was amazing and his life was nuts and he came out on top. … …. …You obviously aren’t doing so hot if you are lying to the big O. lol.
Update on Dorian Gray: Little boring in the middle. But I think it’s starting to pick up again.
Have a good weekend. I’m going to spend it sleeping.