On reading, life, etc…

So my blog turned a year old a few weeks ago. I got the email and kinda forgot about it. Ooops? And it’s crazy what a year can do to a person. 

I fell out of love, removed myself from a toxic situation that spanned 7 years. I moved in with friends so I could get back on my feet, which basically translates to not opening my mail, drinking too much, and letting all my debt go to collections. (This was not a fun time.)

And then I met the love of my life. Long term friends, we went on an akward date, realized we liked each other a whole lot and gave it a go. Turns out we are a perect match and head over heels for each other. He’s also the reason I’ve only finished 7 books so far this year and we’re coming up pretty quick on the month of April. XD Oooops. 

Along with car troubles, trying to get into school, moving at the end of April, and trying to figure out this adulting thing, things are pretty good at the moment. I still volunteer at my local library. My cats are healthy and happy. And I am content with life right now. I had to learn its okay to not be okay. And that’s okay. 

Happy reading, folks. I’m currently making my way through Emma by Jane Austen. 

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The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath 

The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath 


☆☆☆/5
THE GREAT READING BINGE OF 2016

Genre: Non-fiction/Poetry


 
I read The Bell Jar recently and really did like it. So I decided to give Plath’s poetry a go because that is why she is most remembered and her legacy.

So it’s hard in general to read a book of poetry front to back and like it. Poems aren’t meant to be read in chronological order or any type of order. There were a few poems that stood out to me (Words in paticular) but I did happen to skim most of this one because I didn’t like how it was presented. 

Poetry is an aquired taste. XD

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The Bell Jar 

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
☆☆☆☆☆/5

THE GREAT READING BINGE OF 2016

Genre: Fiction

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing meant losing all the rest, and as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black…

This was my first venture into Plath. Who both lived and died tragically. I have come to understand why young girls start wearing black, extra thick eyeliner, and flock to graveyards while quoting Plath poems. 

This is a beautifully tragic book. Esther Greenwood has it all. The scholarship. The college. The internship in illustrious New York. The grades. And yet, it isn’t enough. She begins to spiral down into the deepest, darkest hole and loses herself in her madness. It is a perfect replica of depression, anxiety, and hitting rock bottom. 

This one did leave off in a happy moment, with Esther set to leave the asylum. So we’ll leave it at that. It is rumored to be autobiographical as Sylvia refused to have it published in the US for fear of her family. A year after she had it published in England, she commited suicide by sticking her head in an oven. Ending her promising life. 

I do recommend this book but know that it is a hard book filled with hard truths.

I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than something wrong with my head, but the idea seemed so involved and werisome that I didn’t say anything. 

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Furiously Happy 

Furiously Happy by Jenny Lawson
☆☆☆☆☆/5

THE GREAT READING BINGE OF 2016

Genre: Memior

…and that’s what FURIOUSLY HAPPY is about. It’s about taking those moments when things are fine and making them amazing, because moments are what make us who we are, and they’re the same moments we take into battle with us when our brains declare war on our very existence.” 

I absolutely needed this book in my life. Like Let’s Pretend This Never Happened, Jenny takes what it means to have a wide variety of mental illness and makes having those mental illnesses OKAY. And funny. She let’s you know it’s okay to love yourself even when the darkness surrounds you and you can’t possibly feel like you can go on. And she tells hilarious quips of a voodoo vagina, her lady garden, a taxidermied giraffe head, and murderous possums. 
I highly recommend her work. She is up front and honest and very very real. I’d also follow her blog if I were you. Because everyone needs Jenny in their life.
Plus the cover has Rory, the roadkill amputee that she sometimes puts on the backs of her cats for an impromptu cat rodeo. And he has a furiously happy smile.

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Love Water Memory

Love Water Memory by Jennie Shortridge

☆☆☆/5
THE GREAT READING BINGE OF 2016
Genre: Fiction

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Not everything that feels like a mystery in life is from a missing memory. Life is full of things we can’t figure out.

Lucie Walker finds herself knee deep in the San Francisco Bay with no recollection of who or what she is. The doctors diagnose her with a form of disassociatve amnesia and her fiance Grady comes down from Seattle to collect her. She can’t remeber who she’s supposed to be and with Grady’s help, begins to pick of the pieces of who she was before her mind slip and starts discovering the person she wants to be. Monsters are dug from the closet and she is faced with realizations that tore her memory apart to begin with.

This book wasn’t awful but I felt like it could have been written better. It felt like it was missing a certain kind of omph behind the words. The plot, however, was fantastic.

I have faced some pretty traumatic events in my life and whereas I don’t suffer from amnesia, I understand the blacking out of certain events. So I related go Lucie quite a bit as she tried to find herself.

Overall, a good read, but one I likely won’t revisit. 🙂

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Shockaholick

Shockaholick by Carrie Fisher

☆☆☆☆/5
THE GREAT READING BINGE OF 2016
Genre: Memior

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Having finished Wishful Drinking a few weeks ago, I nabbed this one, which details her experience of electroshock treatment being used to treat depression. And the memory loss that comes with it. This book was broken up into parts as she discussed certain profound memories that she didn’t want to lose. And talked about her addiction, her depression and her relationship (or lack thereof) with her dad. She ended the book with a eulogy to her coke buddy, drug addled sexaholic father, and the relationship they were able to make towards the end of his life.

For a memior, it wasn’t terrible and Fisher has a unique NO FUCKS GIVEN tone with story telling. Whereas Wishful Drinking felt like an AA speaker meeting, this one was a good look at the why she is the way she is and how her broken brain receives things and using Electroshock as a way to heal.

I recommend this to fans of hers as well as anyone who wants a good look at her life in general. 🙂

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