I'm enjoying reading again.
Strangely fantasy got me out of my reading rut. A customer from the store lent me Dragon Prince Book 1 by Melanie Rawn. He bought it upon the recommendation of a Chapters employee and asked me to check it out. He wanted to make sure that it wasn't "mushy." It was. Reading it I couldn't help but picture the employee as a overly romantic 16 year old girl. And I had forgotten all the sex bits that fantasy tends to have and had a couple great giggles over Rawn's sketchs of her protagonist's eager penis. And sadly for John though, the customer, it had nothing to do with dragons. But I enjoyed reading something as nothing more than a story. **Big breath in** I'm also reading Mary Queen of Scotland and the Isles for the same reason. Historical fiction has penises too; although they're usually 'flaccid' and old. Not eagar and embarrassing. Penises! They're everywhere.
Also in the middle of reading The Vinyl Cafee Unplugged - one of 5 McLean's books courtesy of Kim's dad. I'm mixed about his books. The Dave stories are hilarious to me for the same reason that I enjoy Everyone Loves Raymond (as none of my cynical friends do) and Tool Time. It's the clueless man schtick and family stories I enjoy. Maybe I'm secretly into clueless men. Hmm. McLean's nostalgic sketches of Canada as small town aren't engaging though. I can't relate to small town stories about that day twenty years ago when the taps at the old pub failed and everyone got free beer. And I'm not sure what it means that it is so popular south of the border.
And today? Today, I treated myself to some shopping therapy regardless of my promise to finish the 30-to-reads lining my shelf. And instant happiness!
Although my quest to find "Twentisomething essays" (a fortitious title kara!!) was thwarted, I wandered around and in another fortitious turn found a book of Bukowski's poetry, The Flash of Lighting behind the Mountain. It's exciting b/c it's style is like mine (if I can be so bold) and b/c I loved the irreverance of Post Office (ah-ha, MORE penises!). I also found Junk Mail, a book of Will Self's non-fiction, and I'm loving it.
Afterthought: Another rambly pointless post.
Synopsis: I've become bogged down by all this seriousness. Getting back to irreverance. Loving my new books and trying to get my shit together.
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Don't mean to be the first person (hopefully not the only person) to comment BUT
i did notice that my customer's name is John and that the paragraph seems preoccupied with penises.
just in case you wanted to rag on me for it
Re: The vinyl cafe books, could I borrow them after you? I love the vinyl cafe and I take it from your post you've not listened to it (on CBC, sunday mornings, hint hint) because the sound of Stuart McLean's voice reading the stories is not something to be missed. It has a very distictive lilt that really punches the dry humour of the dave and morely stories.
kim's father also lent me 4 cds of McLean reading this own work. And I'm sad to say that I only find that his voice only adds more to the story (in my opinion) in one out of three of the stories.
I don't know. He's a mixed bag with me. I either LOVE the story and the reading (they tend to go together for some reason) or it falls flat.
It's never bad...i just have and either or reaction to him.
ALTHOUGH - whenever he does dave's son's voice i almost pee myself laughing.
My sisters actually hate his voice though (I made them listen in the car to the funny xmas one where he gets all the kids drunk tee hee!!).
And you can read as many as you want while you're here fri/sat. I'll ask kim's dad if i can pass them on as well. I think he'd be happy to.
While we're on the topic of fantasy and penises....
In high school I read fantasy and I remember being at the mall with Peggy who convinced me to buy the first book in the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon. Worst. Book. Ever. Not only was it fantasy, it was historical fantasy so there were plenty of penises to be had.
dear god.
michelle read that series too and also tried to get me to read them.
i BORROWED one and managed to read the beginning and the end.
terrible. horrible.
a historical fantasy? pshaw. more like bad historical romance.
and correct me if i'm wrong but aren't all the penises in that book of the raping kind? and the vague memory of the protagonist eventually coming to love the guy who did it comes to mind.... eww.
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