Welcome to "You Are What You Read" or "Sweetney is So Full of Awesome Ideas That I Stole One With Reckless Abandon." (Seriously, go check her lists out. Full of awesome.) Anyway, she describes this study as such:
I suppose you could say that I look upon people’s choices in
literature, film, and music as unguarded glimpses into their identity,
into what makes them tick and how their mind works — as small but
telling artifacts of the true unfiltered self, if you will.
…Following the train of thinking described above, what might
one presume from my selections about me, I wonder?
This is a peek at the books I am currently reading. Books. Plural. What, you read, like, ONE at a time? You crazy. Or…me crazy. One of those. So get out your DSM IV and feel free to diagnose my psychoses based on my reading materials. You know you want to.
You know, this little book no one’s heard about. I read it the day it came out, of course, in a frenzy to get through it, but now I’m going back and reading it again. The cat, however, is ingesting it one nibble at a time whilst I slumber.
I have been trying to get through this 700+ page book for YEARS. Described as a testimony that the 1970s was a time to realize that in 19th century lit by female writers "the personal was the political, the sexual was the textual." It’s dense as George W Bush, but great in snippets. Which is probably why I’m about 1/3 of the way through it six years after purchase. I almost named this blog after this book.
It’s about the Plague. Do I need any other reason? Okay, it’s a really GOOD book about the Plague, and the panic that arises in a remote village in England. Very engrossing. And? It’s about the PLAGUE. Woo!
I do not make my rabid love for Bourdain a secret by any means. This isn’t as cohesive a narrative as "Kitchen Confidential," but the bits and pieces that accompany his masterpiece. (YES, I said MASTERPIECE. You wanna fight about it?)
Whew. Ok, that’s it. Man, I need more books. I have absolutely nothing to read. Ooooh, I haven’t read "Twilight" yet…Better pick that up. I mean, I hate it when I have NOTHING TO READ.