Books Bought This Month
Books Received/Acquired This Month
The Borrower by Rebecca Makkai
Over The Wall by Peter Wartman (from publisher, not for public review)
Entangled by Amy Rose Capetta (from publisher, not for public review)
The In-Between by Barbara Stewart (not for public review)
The Theory of Everything by Kari Luna (from publisher, not for public review) Continue reading
I’m “doing” NaNoWriMo, which I say every year, but this time I’m actually updating and lurking in the forums and putting write-ins on my Google calendar (and then not showing up because I work 40+ hours a week and I’m tired, bitches), so I’m way more into it than ever before.
Also, I am actually writing this time, so that’s cool, too.
As you can see from my little widget over to the right, I’m not exactly on the NaNo express train when it comes to word count. I don’t really care, because I knew that wouldn’t happen. I have way too much work and too many reading commitments to write 50,000 words. My real goal is to write every day, and I have the nagging of lots of wonderful students doing a much better job at the challenge than I am to get me to stick to that goal. It’s fantastic. So I now write every day, and the worst I have done is 50 words (well, and the one day I wrote only six) in a day, which is still a paragraph. What I wanted was to get back into the habit of writing, and I’m doing that, and that is wonderful. While there are some days that I just don’t have any interest in saying anything, I still have the urge to do the act of looking at the document and adding words to it, and that is something. And I have broken down some roadblocks I had come to in the plot and in some scenes, and it’s amazing how much you can just glide for awhile after you’ve done that. I forgot how that felt. I want to forget again, but this time from writing so much I don’t have blocks, not because I largely give up creative writing for two years. Never again. I’m going to finish this manuscript. And then some. Continue reading
I Googled myself today because lately I have been getting emails meant for a Hannah Gómez in Texas (are you there? If so, I kind of hate you and really want you to learn your email address and stress it to others so that I stop getting your ridiculous memberships to stupid websites and newsletters for culinary academies). Then I got distracted by Google’s “related searches,” where I could clearly see which searches were for me and which were for a third name-doppelganger (there must be a word for a person who shares your name, and I’m willing to bet it’s German), so I started clicking around. And then I forgot to NaNo and I forgot to take my vertigo pills, so the world kept spinning slightly, and I forgot to eat. Continue reading
A couple years ago, I decided I was over rating books on goodreads. This was for a few reasons.
- I had had a goodreads account since my senior year of high school, and my tastes had changed since then. Also, even at that point, I had been adding books I had read in the past and putting in my ratings that I would have given them as a 10-year-old. As I reread books, or even as I just think about them as an adult, I realize that’s ridiculous, like The Giver is amazing and all, but it has a million plot holes and is made worse by the existence of the three sequels. All of this is to say that I am embarrassed by my past tastes and also think that something as subjective as a rating becomes even more meaningless when you make it more subjective through time and mood and age. So I stopped doing starred ratings and just marked as read, tagged with various genres and subjects as appropriate, and sometimes wrote reviews or reactions. Continue reading