What I really hate / love is when I finish a book and that book has caused an emotional reaction in me. There have been a few over the years and these books are the GREAT books which keep me reading, keep me suffering through other books which are not great books.
I cannot write a review of Winger. I just don’t have the facilities to express myself.
“Hahah[a] he broke you” – Alethea. Continue reading “Winger by Andrew Smith (@marburyjack) or the words won’t come.”
I really should go to sleep. I don’t even know why I went to the gym tonight. Today was really tiring because it was like the book amusement park. The book theme park. No, I’m not going to call it the Disneyland of books because there was no admission. HA. YOU THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO BE CLICHE and I managed to avoid it.
So today is the first day of the 2013 Los Angeles Times Festival of Books, the annual big book event in Los Angeles where I’m surprised at how many people come around to look at book stuff and hear authors and what not. Los Angeles is not a big reading town. That’s one thing that I have noticed while traveling on the east coast…people with their noses in books (on mass transit and so forth). And not shallow glossy magazines. Books that sometimes impress me, the former bookseller and intellectual snob. Continue reading “LATFOB the #BookFest Day One”