by Haruki Murakami
Good book. Reminds me a lot of Catcher in the Rye (which is a good thing, considering how that’s one of my fav novels).
I watched the film adaptation right after finishing it, hoping to grasp some kind of closure, because the ending was pretty open-ended. Personally, the film was terrible and was nowhere close to capturing the real emotions drawn from the book. :P
Will be reading more from this author. But next on my list is The Great Gasby~
My BF recently expanded his vocabulary while studying for the GRE, and while he was spewing out unrecognizable words, he reminded me just how rich language was… and I feel like I’m missing out on something great, with my weak grasp on words.
I imagine that more words in my dictionary would be like more colour on an artist’s palette… since ideas are more powerful when properly expressed. Take a politician for example, who has the ability to make something sound 100x more convincing than a baby with the same message in mind, because the politician is the one who knows how to choose words.
I want… to exploit the joy of writing/speaking and make my words mean more.
Maybe this is all from my current reading of The Hunger Games, by Suzanne Collins, in which a revolution in its early stages rests on the delicate balance of the right kind of moves and the right kind of words. Apparently it’s a pretty popular young adult book, though all I know is that my sister loved it and wanted me read it as well.
The co-worker sitting next to me also loves reading and dishes out the occasional book recommendation. Wooo, another source! Let’s get pages flippin’!
Visited a huuuge Indigo last week. They had an entire shelf for architecture and I seriously wanted to buy the whole shelf (though that would’ve been a bit heavy carry back home… not to mention expensive!). I bought some architecture books there and picked up a geography book (on the early stages of Earth’s existence… by National Geographic, which means lots of nice pictures! :P) from a used book store in my neighbourhood. Thought I could learn an interesting thing or two.
Anyway, I love books. I really do. They’re beautiful little creatures and I enjoy wondering what they’re all about. It’s reading them that’s the problem. I’m a slow reader, and I lose interest fast. When I’m working full time for the summer, it’s hard to find time to sit down and read…
Went to the library for the first time in… 5 years? And borrowed an armful of books. One novel and the rest were non-fiction books on architecture/urban design. How bout that.
There’s a degree of excitement when it comes to choosing which books to take out. It felt like I was in a jungle, picking fruit off the trees. Yum, food for thought. :P