Friday, May 29, 2009

Misleading book titles and my lack of patience

Taking a break from my heavier reading list, I recently decided to pick up The Inheritance "Trilogy" by Christopher Paolini. Friends who know I enjoy fantasy had recommended it to me, and I'd had a copy of Eragon I purchased at a library book sale sitting on my shelf for almost a year. 

Knowing that I can't start a book and not finish it unless severely provoked, I thought this would be a good reading project for a week or so; self-contained, pick-up-and-put-down etc. Even if it wasn't that good, I thought it would be a nice break. 

So I read Eragon. And I checked out Eldest and Brisingr from the library. And read them. For those of you who haven't read the books, they're long. Upwards of 500 pages each. They're okay. Not great literature, but not bad.

Just over a week later, as I neared the end of Brisingr today, I started realizing that the plot was winding up, not down.  There's no way he can finish this in 75 pages, I thought. Just as the books are getting more original and interesting, he's going to do a presto-changeo, slap-bang ending that will be horrible. Great.

And then I hit the last page and saw the words--To Be Continued. I know, I know, all the Eragon fans out there knew that already, but I never got caught up in that craze, so I was still riding on the word "trilogy" from book 1. He decided to make it a "cycle" not a "trilogy" and do four books.

Dang it. 

Now I have to wait for book 4, which I'm guessing will have a black dragon on the cover. Whenever it comes out. And I obviously can't not read it. So I have to a] buy it new (not likely), b] borrow it from a friend (I don't know many fanatics of this one), c] wait for it to hit the libraries and stay on a mile-long reserve waiting list, or d] wait for it to hit used paperbacks on Amazon.  

But most of all, I have to keep thinking about how it will end and which of the more-or-less predictable ending patterns Paolini has chosen. 

"Pick up and put down"


Monday, May 25, 2009

The saddest thing

I just saw the saddest thing yesterday. I was driving on a country road, behind another car, and it swerved in front of me. I assumed there was roadkill that it didn't want to get in its tires. I do the same thing, after all.

Well, it was. There was a dead groundhog on the side of the road, a pretty big one. But sitting next to it was a live groundhog. Just sitting there.

I swerved too, and the live groundhog scampered a little way off the road and sat upright in the weeds, watching me driving by. 

I looked in my rearview mirror once I was past, and it had shuffled back onto the road and was sitting next to the dead one again. 

I'm not a crier, but I almost did cry. I'm not sure why it hit me so closely, but it was really sad, watching the little guy sit there, not moving around, just sitting there. :-(

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Dancing = Exercise

To anyone who ever thought dancing was easy and couldn't be exercise?  Watch and weep... Made me tired just watching it.

Further proof is in the texting

You know for certain that you're an English major geek if you become insanely frustrated by your inability to type apostrophes on your cell phone, and you stop sending text messages that require the words "it's" "I'm" or "we'll". 

Large interstates have gas stations every few miles, right? So why can't they have dancing stations every twenty miles or so, for stress relief? I think that would go a long way toward decreasing road rage. Just sayin'... Take note, DOT.

Monday, May 11, 2009

One-Year Anniversary

It's hard to believe that today is my one-year anniversary of graduating from college. (And Wednesday is the one-year anniversary of starting contra dancing...haha). 

I looked back at my first blog posts, written around this time last year. Here's what I had to say the day after graduation:

I am "homesick" for college in a very real way. I think it's natural to feel this way. I've spent four years of my life with these people, in this place. They are family to me, and it is home. 

So now I have to ask myself the questions college freshman often ask: How do I move on from here? How do I keep the memories alive without dwelling in the past and missing out on the present? These are difficult questions that not even the many miles of dark, winding interstate are sufficient to answer.

I'm still working on the answers to those questions, even now. But in some ways, this year has been the answer I was looking for.

The year has flown by. It looks different in retrospect than it looked in expectation. Mostly, that's a good thing. I've grown up a lot this year, but I still have oh so far to go. I wonder what I'll be saying looking back next year?

You wanted to start grad school? 
You thought last year had a lot of changes?

I don't know where I'll be this time next year, but I am thankful for so many unexpected blessings this year, and I am excited to see what this next year will bring. (and terrified, but we won't dwell on that part ;-). Here's one for the road!)

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Singing in the Rain

Have I mentioned that I love thunderstorms? Funny how things change, isn't it? 

And sleeping when it's raining on the roof. 

Starting grad school is starting to become real to me (though I've yet to hear a response after I sent in my acceptance card - yikes!). And scary. It's kind of like the difference between listening to rain on the roof and driving in a washout, though that can be exciting as well as scary. 

Baby steps. Baby steps. And weddings, in the meantime...

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Why do bruises make good stories...

...if grass stains don't? and other questions that run through your mind after the sixth hour in the car. Such as...
  • Why do people have such a strong urge to look for the rainbow?
  • Why does no one stop their car in a rainstorm to get out and jump in puddles?
  • Why do we seek information about other people from everyone except them?
  • Why do police officers never drive red cars?
  • Who invented hugs?
  • Do turkeys know they taste good?
  • If eyes cry and mouths turn down, how do ears express emotion?
  • What does it mean to love and support someone?
  • How much do good intentions count?
  • What does joy smell like? How about sadness?
I'm feeling philosophical tonight. How about you?