sometimes i decide i need to read fiction or i'll die. it stems from the fact that otherwise everything i read contains an abstract and small symbols next to the authors' names indicating affiliation, and damnit if that doesn't make me feel crazy. also, i'm REALLY sick of the word caveat.
i've explained to you how i buy books before... and my new method truly isn't any different, but it sounds better than, "i only buy books that are less than $3.00."
i was reading real simple, and i think it was an article about how to not spend money on things or something. in general, i skip over articles like that, because spending money is SO lovely, but it contained website listings and i love websites. their point was that you could read books for free, so i tuned in. bookmooch was the first one i could find that included canada. you know, it's interesting how canada is literally just that dark grey land at the top of the US. seriously, WE'RE HERE. we bore neil young and john candy and have you tried our beer? include us. :|
anyway, bookmooch. i entered in the ISBN's of books i had laying around. so i should mention that i have a seriously hard time throwing out books or giving them away. even the shitty ones (the ledge, i'm looking at you here). but i thought if it were in favor of getting free books, then maybe it was okay. suffice to say, NO ONE has asked to mooch that peice of crap. anyway, i picked those that i could part with, and entered in their ISBN's... like i said 28 words ago (sheesh! sorry about that). immediately i had requests to send them to people, and in return, i got credits and started asking for books from other moochers.
so i recently got the corrections in the mail. oh god, you know what i just realized when i searched for a link for that book, it's an oprah's pick (i hate oprah, i can't explain it really). i wish she had never done that book club thing. at first i didn't find it offensive, she was picking books that i didn't hold near and dear to my heart... but then she went and picked one hundred years of solitude... horriful. that's one of my favorite books. well, the first 3/4 anyway, i can never get to the end because it makes me a little scared and everyone knows i am deathly afraid of being afraid (concerts and horror films, i'm looking at you now). concerts? ask so pauvre.
anyway, where was i (i get SO off-track). oh yes, the corrections by jonathan franzen. i've just started it, i'm about 75 pages in. at first i was really quite intrigued... because the characters were quite interesting and the situation seemed interesting enough and we were spared lengthy descriptions of the room decor and beading on the dresses (jane austen, i'm look over to you now). so far as i can tell, it's about a family from the midwest, an aging pair of parents, 3 children, one of whom has become a self-indulgent assface. that's where i started to feel frustrated. i don't have any issues with graphic detail, even if it is just to titillate... but honestly, i get to thinking male authors have a simple interest in fantasizing while we read it. anyway... i'll let you know how it shakes out.
so, i guess my point is check out bookmooch. it's fuh-free. well, you have to send books to get them, so it costs you postage, but other than that. :)
alright in order to please you i had to figure out where to put the pics as your comments section does not allow me to paste pics. so now the world will see the new hair, i have included a pic of old hair for comparison (old hair was down past my waist)
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Posted by: Random Notions | June 19, 2009 at 01:13 PM
what's even more ridiculous than your fear of concerts is my hatred of reading books. good thing i have a diploma in book publishing...
this comment does not feature my haircut.
xx leash
Posted by: so pauvre | June 21, 2009 at 01:35 PM