I have a new book because I am an awful, awful human being who can’t stay true to my word. But I kind of swore to my mom that this will be the last book I’m buying this month and I haven’t been tempted since. Really. I do visit the bookstore still, but I leave without buying anything. It’s quite an achievement.

A few other things:

  • Halfway through the book I’m currently in and it’s inciting some very weird and random emotions in me. Oh, and I kind of wish I had $30,000 to give away as well. But knowing me, I would probably end up spending that much money on myself.
  • I didn’t step out of the house at all today. Not that it’s unusual or anything. I’ve gotten quite used to this since graduating.
  • I feel like re-watching “Singing In The Rain” tonight. I miss that film so much.

I’ve been on Tumblr all day as well in between reading and eating. I didn’t even take a nap! I’m going crazy here at home.

I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated

What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone’s heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone’s hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but don’t really want to know about. That would be so weird, except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn’t have had time to match up their heartbeats yet. And at the finish line at the end of the New York City Marathon it would sound like war.

– Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close) (via walkwhilereading)

walkwhilereading:

Currently Reading…
I’m well into this incredible story. I found this on page twelve…
“I loved having a dad who was smarter than the New York Times, and I loved how my cheek could feel the hairs on his chest through his T-Shirt, and how he always smelled like shaving, even at the end of the day. Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn’t have to invent a thing”
I want to be this for my daughter one day.
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walkwhilereading:

Currently Reading…

I’m well into this incredible story. I found this on page twelve…

“I loved having a dad who was smarter than the New York Times, and I loved how my cheek could feel the hairs on his chest through his T-Shirt, and how he always smelled like shaving, even at the end of the day. Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn’t have to invent a thing”

I want to be this for my daughter one day.

Or maybe what he fears is just the opposite: that nobody is looking; that his death, like his life, is without purpose; that there is neither greater good nor evil—only people living and dying because their bodies function and then do not; that the universe is a rip.

Jonathan Safran Foer, If The Aging Magician Should Begin To Believe

I finished book # 3 today which made me feel extremely satisfied. As I finish more books, the prospect of finishing 20+ books in a year becomes even more plausible. I have some work to do, but I will write about “The Mysterious Benedict Society” when I’m done. For now, here is book # 4 - A Convergence of Birds. I might start on it later today or tomorrow. It really depends on just how lazy I get.