yay!

friday night i stayed up super late, completely engrossed by The Magic Toyshop and ended up finishing it somewhere around 2:30 in the morning. i just couldn't put it down. it caught me by my eyelashes and locked me in to its pages until i read the very last word. i actually felt a bit sad to have finished it. this is a story i'd actually love to see translated to film. though the the book always wins when it comes to that sort of thing, i think this particular story would make for a wonderful movie. wonderful, wonderful book. recommended.

so last night i picked up The Pollen Room by zoe jenny. i read it when i was 17 and an aspiring writer and the only thing i remember about it is thinking it was boring. well, comfortable with the fact that i didn't know shit about shit at 17, i decided to give it another whirl. 20 pages in and it is absolutely (so far) beautiful. i'm glad i decided to ignore the judgements of my 17 year old self and revisit this book with older, more thoughtful eyes.

i'm getting better about spending some time reading everyday. it's a hard habit for me to ingrain... which is sort of strange to me. maybe i'm still on homework hiatus since graduation? at any rate, it's something i think is really important. now that i begin everyday writing in my notebook, i'd like to end everyday reading the work of others... gain some perspective and insight, i suppose... get away from my own thoughts and hang-ups and obsessions for awhile and see the world through someone else's spilt ink.