Today I am going to start re-watching all of the seasons of LOST in preparation for the final season in February. There goes all my free time…
This is going to be amazing.
Sleeping In by The Postal Service
Last week I had the strangest dream
Where everything was exactly how it seemed
Where there was never any mystery
Of who shot John F. Kennedy
It was just a man with something to prove
Slightly bored and severly confused
He steadied his riffle with his taget in the center
And became famous on that day in November
Didn’t realize what day today was.
Text Exchange With My Boss at 3am
Chad: She is a bad influence. Anything you learn or do tonight that might seem fun isn't. You are Taylor Swift and she is Tara Reid!Me: Does that make you Kayne?
Chad: God damn right it does.
anthropologie is selling adorable clothbound penguin classics.
They are also selling these at Border’s (probably for quite a bit cheaper). I almost picked this one up myself the other day, but i decided no one really needs three copies of Jane Eyre. (But should this appear around christmas time i’ll donate my old banged up paperback copy…)
10. The Razor's Edge by W. Somerset Maugham
I picked this book to read for two reasons. First, that it was short enough that i thought i could finish it on the flights to and from phoenix. And secondly, that the tag line on the cover said, “The story of a man’s lifelong search for fulfillment.” I didn’t have many exceptions as i knew very little about the novel. And it was a pleasant surprise.
Mangham is such a skillful narrator that you are right there with him as he becomes entangled in this circle of people. There was depth and a sense of being connected with the characters immediately, which was surprising because his style felt so easy, natural and simple. I felt like he had tricked me into feeling intimately connected with these characters. (And the characters! So whole, full and well developed!) How could i feel that i know them so well when he is meeting them for the first time too? Genius, i say.
Maugham narrates as himself, a writer, that finds himself in a position to know more about this family than they know about each other. The rare tale of picking the safe bet and seeing how that plays out. Isabel’s acknowledgment that she is too superficial to marry the vagabond, Larry, is a story unlike anything i have come across in fiction. The way that she acknowledges her superficiality somehow gives her character this sense of nobility.
Elliott, her uncle, is a socialite descended from royalty who is completely devoted to his social status. Larry has given up any sense of conformity and scours the globe looking for a faith and sense of fulfillment. The contrast of the two is what made this book so exceptional for me.
At the top of my favorites list right now.
