She sang every song that way. At the senior variety show, she had performed “Happy Together” with such fragile melancholy during rehersals that rumors began circulating that, on show night, she would whisper the final words,
I can’t see me loving nobody but you
then produce an antique pistol from beneath her spidery shawl and shoot Jared Farrell in the nuts before blowing her brains out. Nobody wanted to follow that. Throughout the final performance, Mr. Bernard had stood in the wings clutching a fire extinguisher, with a vague plan.
– I Love You, Beth Cooper, by Larry Doyle
Man, three lines into page 2, and I’m already in love.
Last week was bonus week. And y’all, sometimes I just gotta spend money.
Target is the best place for this, hands down. If I don’t have much money, then Walgreens will do. Never the mall. Ever. Vintage Vinyl or Euclid Records are the best for when I’m feeling inspired. But on the rare occasion that I am blessed with both a bunch of money and a bunch of free time to sit in the park, that’s when I go for the books.
Yesterday I bought three: I Love You, Beth Cooper by Larry Doyle, After Dark by Haruki Murakami, and another one which I am probably going to exchange. Any suggestions? The one I bought takes place in one of my favorite settings (boarding school), so I thought it would rock. Unfortunately it seems to be about politics and war and other boring boyish stuff. Barf. Usually I love books and movies that are set in worlds without many (or any) grown-ups, like summer camp and orphanages and boarding schools.
Speaking of boarding schools, I don’t know why the hell I’m spending so much money on books when HARRY POTTER is coming out so soon. I should be doing my homework like Jen and re-reading books 5 and 6, but I don’t know if I’m ready for the cocoon-like state that Harry Potter books tend to induce. I need to start doing stretches and stocking up on Kleenex to prepare for book 7. You can’t just jump into a Harry Potter book; it’s dangerous. I will tell you more about the repercussions on another day.
So, I started I Love You, Beth Cooper last night and I adoooore it. I’m already about halfway through. I laugh out loud every two or three pages. It’s a bit of a tribute to every movie/book/story where the geeky guy gets the girl (assuming he gets the girl… not sure yet), but it still comes off as original and fun. Seriously, READ THIS BOOK.
I can’t wait to start After Dark, though. Aside from the fact that reading Murakami is a dream, I’m psyched for the same reason that I was psyched about Chuck Klosterman IV: this book is HOT! The cover is sick and I just want to keep it on my nightstand forever. It’s even adorable when you take off the book jacket. (Purple covers with a hot pink spine? Eeee!)
Really, I started reading at night again because it helps me fall asleep. But now my nightstand looks like this:
How am I supposed to get through all of that? I feel like I’m in college again. Which is good in a way, I guess, because I used to stay up all night reading or writing and I wasn’t tired the next day.
Speaking of college, Kevin came over last night and hung out for a few hours… he’s leaving for Prague today. Hanging out with Kevin is perfect. It takes me back to two years ago and I feel like my old self again. I really needed that. Kevin rocks.
He needed some airplane books. I would have handed over I Love You, Beth Cooper, but at that point I was on page 12 and seriously couldn’t wait 12 hours to get a new copy. I’m so selfish, Kevin. I will give it to you for your flight to Korea.
Instead, I gave him two of my favorites – High Fidelity and A Confederacy of Dunces. I always recommend High Fidelity to boys, especially the ones who love music. Kevin hasn’t seen the movie, either, which makes him a perfect candidate. It’s hard to not play the movie in your head as you’re reading. High Fidelity is one of the best film adaptations I’ve ever seen, and it’s set on a different continent.
I read A Confederacy of Dunces 6 or 7 years ago, and it’s still one of my all-time favorites. I gave TSGoC a copy of this one when he flew to Thailand. It’s a bit like Gone With the Wind in that I’ve read it three times, but I’d have to read it again to tell you what happens. The backstory is worth a read – it’s pretty incredible and touching.*
Even though I was an English major, I don’t claim to know a lot about literature. I just like to read in general and I like to make it fun, and it’s always nice to pass my favorite books along. If anybody wants one – or if anyone wants to trade! – just let me know! I vowed to walk/run 30 miles this week and I have 8 to go, so I’ll probably finish a book or two on the treadmill.
*Wikipedia notes that this is Augusten Burroughs’ favorite book. That makes perfect sense – Augusten Burroughs totally rocks and you should read all his stuff, too. However, you know who else lists this as her favorite? Mischa effing Barton, which immediately cancels out Augusten Burroughs. Ugh. Even in death, Marissa Cooper finds a way to ruin things for me.