a memory of light

robert jordan and brandon sanderson

this feels nice.

getting done, i mean.

and mat cauthon is my hero! on any. given. day.

sigh.

(if i ever get tangled up in a 14 book long series, in which each book is not less than 900 pages, and to which the prologue book comes out before epilogue; especially if the author who originally started to write such a series may happen to die somewhere in between; and which may demand my enthusiasm, time, emotion and interest for around nine years; ever again, please just punch me in my face okay?)

would i recommend reading the series from start to finish to anyone? 

probably not. 

except for those mat cauthon moments through pretty much the entire series, possibly.

would i watch it if they made it into some game of thrones-esque tv show?

probably.

the night circus

by Erin Morgenstern.

I don't know yet, what to say about this book. Apart from the obvious fact of its beauty and magic. Apart from the probability of its being one of the most stunning pieces of writing I have read this year.  

It pulls you in. From the very first line of the book, it pulls you in whether or not you want it, whether or not you're prepared. It spins you around like a dancer who knows what she's doing. Ever if you don't, you let her. 

She sweeps you away like a storm.

lalala

mat's coming back, ladies and gentlemen!

i'd deny it anywhere else, but here i'm going to sing it!

I'M SO EXCITED!

filler

Um, okay I know I've been slacking off.

I haven't updated my list in a month, I think. I will. Soon.

BUT. I'm reading Infinite Jest (David Foster Wallace) and I want to write about it. So may be I will. If I'm not too lazy.

 

In the mean time, do read Action Philosophers! by Ryan Dunlavey and Fred Van Lente. Funfunfun, it is. (Also by the same people is Comic Book History of Comics which you should get your hands on if you can).

And I tried reading Steven Erikson, which I gave up the first time thirty pages in; but pursued later because of infinite boredom. Not even infinite boredom could make me go beyond the hundredth page though. Man really needs to learn how to form sentences. Occasionally use verbs, prepositions, perhaps somehow connect two words in a sentence, you know? Make it sensible? I mean. I'm not a grammar Nazi or anything, but respectable sentences are definitely appreciated. Sigh.

fractal prince

by hannu rajaniemi

Did anyone else think this one was sooo-hoo much nicer than the first one?

Which is not to say the first one wasn't nice, it absolutely was, but y'know, this one seemed... older. The bits that made sense made better sense.

No?

May be just a second-book-so-you-know-what's-happening-already syndrome?

I'll accept that. :)


Anyway, loved it.

about (again)

embodying / control / engendering. 

sex. sexuality. boundaries. spaces.

ugh, so many things i want to write about but can't because i just don't have the time: pinki pramanik's girlfriend, the guwahati incident, women in (pub)lic spaces, the clamp down on drinking in mumbai, delhi and hyderabad, standing on a road in the delhi rain while getting wet in a semi-transparent yellow shirt to get an auto, rethinking my own feminism and why they're all taking me back to the same readings i did over a year ago.

and here i am, struggling with a stupid dissertation that i don't even care about anymore. sigh.

where the sidewalk ends

by Shel Silverstein

My most awesome girlfrandz gave me a brand spankin' new book full of Shel Silverstein poems and drawings for my budday, and even though I have a marathon to write, I find myself unable to tear myself away from it!!

Here's the first poem that I have pink-post-it-ed:

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white
And there the sun burns crimson bright
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

:)

d'awwww!

Lookit! A Shel Silverstein Comic Poster!! 
:D


(Also, while we're still on Zen Pencils - Jump.) 

pamuk

:)

i'm going to *have* to read museum of innocence, now.
(post-july 25th obviously - but still, it's going to be my third time trying to read pamuk. i liked my name is red, even though it was quite tedious. i gave up on snow about seventy pages in.)
but i'm going to *have* to read it. so help me.

hiatus

The blogger who used to post here is going on a break. She needs to finish her stupid dissertation, and can't muck about and read fiction. Of course it goes without saying that if indeed she does read any fiction before the 7th of July (which is her own deadline for finishing her last two chapters) she will say that she has, and the readers of this blog (if any) are to land up in her house and beat her up.

Regards,

Sita's Conscience.