Sunday, July 01, 2007

bookity book

The great Jason Kottke once posted a link to a flickr group about a picture of stacked books. The photographer of these pictures then wrote a few lines telling that the books pictured are the ones that they are currently reading or intend to read or are proud of having standing on the bookshelf collecting dust, waiting someone to comment, "Nice rack." to the owner.

The last thing is just me, and it would never happen as I am pretty rackless anyway. Aren't I?

These pictures also work as a reminder of how far from the intention of reading those, the books are finally actually read.

I wasn't one of who posted any pictures, I have lost the link, but I am posting my stack now.


Fever Pitch by Nick Hornby. The first non-fiction Nick Hornby that I buy and want to read. Unlike other books where he casually talks about music (and I know nothing about music), Hornby talks about football in this book. Well, look at that, something that I know nothing about as well. At least, everybody says that it's not only about football. It's also semi-autobiographical. Anyway, there is one non-fiction Hornby that I'd reeeaaally like to read, in which he talks about books. It just costs too damn much.

Stardust by Neil Gaiman. The non-illustrated one. I've read it. Sometime in late 90s or early 2000s. The graphic novel one. The BEAUTIFUL graphic novel one. Know the story. Forget some parts. A warm up before seeing the movie. By the way, Yvaine is the hottest how-one-can-pronounce-it name for a star ever.

Wicked by Gregory Maguire. Wait. It is supposed to be Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West. I've heard the musical like hundreds of times so I'm familiar with the story. But it is said that the book is more steamy, political, and graphic than the musical. In one word: yum. In five words: No One Mourns the Wicked!!! on top of my lung.

Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim by David Sedaris. I don't know anything about the author. I don't know anything about the book. My best friend told me that he wants to read it. And I am affectedtious. You know what I mean. If you notice, it isn't even out the plastic wrap yet. Hopefully a worthy buy. Ouch.

Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky. DON'T MOCK!! Once in a while, a man deserves to read a heavy book, right? Maybe I will only survive after reading the first page. But at least someday I can say something about Dostoyevsky. At least I'm not reading Emma. Wait. I've read it. Hehehee...

Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen. Well. I read this on and off every time I need to escape from other books. They are just so beautiful. They meaning the fairy tales. Well, the books too.

No Indonesian? Well, I declared loudly, by loudly I mean on a dinner table in a restaurant with some friends, that the first Indonesian book that I would buy after a while would have been IPDN Undercover by Inu Kencana. Just because I love gossip. Let me elaborate. I love gossip about strangers that I don't know. Not your next door cute little adolescent. But after seeing the price, I declared on the next occasion that it had to wait until I know the two who die in the Deathly Hallows.

Latest one off of the stack? A Long Way Down by Nick Hornby. Yeah, for the eighty-third time. Hehehe..

Have a nice weekend and reading.


miund said...

ah another gossip lover.

let's trade gossips! HAHAHAHA!

Bie said...

Hahahhaa.. LET'S!

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