this is the last post this year. verrry rushed. just because i used to do it, and i don`t want to really stop. books i read this year, which meant something to me. huh there aren`t many, so i should be done in time to not be late for work (also: i have a cake in the oven. literally, alright)
– linda svendsen, `marine life`.
– agota kristof, `le grand cahier` (i read this in french. it`s an awesome book to get started into french with.)
– sherman alexie: i`m on a roll of reading everything i can find by him, with highs and lows.
– joyce maynard – `at home in the world`- talking about non-fiction. i don`t even know whether liking the book means i`m taking her side. it`s just one of those things that get to me, and make me think of more stuff.
– lorrie moore – `a gate at the stairs` – i was taken by this book in a totally inexplicable way. i realize i should probably have hated it all: the vagueness, the pretension, the persistence of things-that-have-nothing-to-do with me as topics (see what a sophisticated reader i am or have become), but no: i loved it. it pushed a button, it touched something in me, and i`m a bit pissed i haven`t yet figured out how that works.
– gary shteyngart – `absurdistan` – so annoying at times, so funny and etc, laughing-crying – relating at others.
– aleksandar hemon – `love and obstacles`. i`ve kind of decided now that i want to be a. hemon when i grow up. yes it has to do with the eastern european perspective, why do you ask?
and then, there are some blogs i loved. two of my favourites of this autumn/winter:
i.e. sady doyle, to whose level of feminism i aspire.
i.e. tavi gevinson, who writes about fashion-from-salvation-army, with pictures – and is 14. she would hate that her age is once again mentioned as focus, but okay. i`m in a hurry.
my cake is done. it`s too sweet, and i still burned the bottom a bit.