6 posts tagged “books”
| What Kind of Reader Are You? Your Result: Dedicated Reader You are always trying to find the time to get back to your book. You are convinced that the world would be a much better place if only everyone read more. | |
| Obsessive-Compulsive Bookworm | |
| Literate Good Citizen | |
| Book Snob | |
| Fad Reader | |
| Non-Reader | |
| What Kind of Reader Are You? Create Your Own Quiz | |
What are five books that changed your life?
Inspired by Ms. Genevieve.
When I was eight, Franklyn M. Braney's "The Nine Planets" made the planets much more fascinating than my science class and much closer to my future than even "Star Trek" reruns on television.
When I was 12, Jonathan Schell's "The Fate of the Earth" (a slim blue paperback) accompanied me to New York City, where the rest of my confirmation class at Grace Episcopal Church of Silver Spring, Md., walked around, saw the sights, caught "Dreamgirls" on Broadway and crawled into sleeping bags to doze on the floors of St. John the Unfinished Cathedral. His description of the devastation a nuclear blast over New York City would wreak on the population fried something in my head. It started me off onto Pat Frank's "Alas, Babylon" and Nevil Shute's "On the Beach." It's part of the reason I enjoy things like Margaret Atwood's "Oryx and Crake." A taste for apocalypse, I guess. Um, why am I a journalist again?
When I was 17, Charles Kiel's "Urban Blues" made social science and anthropology seem as cool as learning how to play guitar.
When I was 24, Paul Beatty's "The White Boy Shuffle" gave me a painfully funny version of myself, a young black man deeply uneasy about the lines of force the society formed around him, a G.K. over whom I could laugh myself sick.
When I was 30 and 31, Zadie Smith's "White Teeth" was a wild, funny, comforting read and Kim Stanley Campbell's "The Years of Rice and Salt" was deeply inspiring and utopian, pan-theistic but not Panglossian. I'll let you flip a coin as to which one should be the fifth book.
I figured I'd follow Michelle's lead on jotting down mini-reviews of books she read last year. She's already two in so far this year and working on her third most likely, and so am I.
I think the last time I spent so much time "in" book-London was Zadie Smith's "White Teeth." That may change once I check out Ian McEwan's "Saturday" or Steven Johnson's "The Ghost Map."
Seeing "Children of Men" twice while reading the book affected how I followed along with a fictional UK government's response to and relationship with terror.
Books about cities, as much as about people, done right, send readers off with more questions than answers, and I'm not talking about hunting for travel agents or guidebooks. Said volumes pull you in before capturing the look on your face as they levitate in the air before you, asking you to consider the basis for support, plausibility's invisible strings connecting you to the finished plot on the page. That's what Chris Cleave's done here. (Start as you mean to go on with the extract.)
I'm spending time out of the heat and in air-conditioned environs whenever possible. I'm thinking I didn't make full use of a Buns and Noodle coupon I got in the mail yesterday. I'm wondering about two groups of people: community leaders who rail against the rise of hip-hop fiction and authors who question the need for an African American section. I'm admitting I haven't spent much time in the gay & lesbian section because I feel guilty for not spending much time with the anthology I bought at A Different Light a couple of months ago.
There've been several small ones that left cracks in my head. I'll fill them in as I reminisce over the course of the day.