January 5th, 2009

can't sleep books will eat me

show me how to lie

New year, new list. Here's what I read since last Thursday.


3) Leah Bobet, Above (in manuscript)

One day Atticus was putting boxes and boxes of books about falling in love on the old shelves of the bookshop and the world tilted a way he'd never seen before.


2) Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian (A Novel)

Funny how the saddest guys can be happy drunks.



1) Pat O'Shea, The Hounds of the Morrigan

They laughed when they flew over Connemara, where the wild, greedy Atlantic takes long, blue bites out of the green land, and that laugh alone destroyed a field of yellowing oats, turning it ash-grey.
david bowie realism _ truepenny

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Productivity. I has some.

Today I slushed, critted leahbobet's excellent novel, and wrote 462 words of the harpy story. Including the first sentence and the last sentence, which I got along with one other sentence (nonconsecutive) in the car on the way to the gym.

The first sentence is: My mother doesn't know about the harpy.

I forgot the sentence I figured out on the way home, though.
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