Hey guys. Man, September is NOT working out for me so far.

First the move, and then the whole not-having-internet until the 9th thing. And now I’m sick ๐Ÿ˜ฆ I watched my sick nephew on Wednesday for several hours, and by the middle of my work shift on Thursday? BAM, I’M SICK TOO. Damn that hit me like a ton of bricks. My throat is killlllllling me. Ugh. Maybe my boss will let me leave work a couple hours early. I mean, I’m just letting most calls go to voicemail anyways because it hurts to talk, and the sooner I get home, the sooner I can take more NyQuil and just pass out.

So, just wanted to let ya’ll know that I’m still kind of around, but mostly unable to focus or do much because I feel like crap. My Bloglovin reader is around 70, which isn’t TOO bad, so hopefully you’ll see some marathon commenting from me this weekend. I’m still reading The Lies of Locke Lamora, which I’m REALLY enjoying and it sucks it’s taking me so long to finish it, but that’s how it’s going. I SHOULD be able to finish it this weekend. I hope.

I was going to try to find a good GIF online to go along with this post, but I’m too lazy for even that. Just imagine me with my head on the desk, cringing every time the phone rings.

Later taters.




Norwegian Wood Readalong: THE END!


Ding dong, the Witch is dead, the Witch is dead, the Witch is dead

Ding dong, the Wicked Witch is DEAD!!!!

That is the kind of joy I have in being done with this book. And Naoko finally, FINALLY going away.

So, the last 60 pages went by fast. Toru makes another visit to the crazy farm, and him & Naoko have a weird discussion about how Toru & Kizuki had similiar “tastes”, and come ON, it’s just gross and disrespectful to talk about sex stuff with your dead best friend’s girl. Then Toru decides kind of out of nowhere that he’s going to finally move on – he moves out of the dorms into his own little place, builds some shelves, feeds some cats, gets a job, starts cooking for himself, etc. Except that he kind of expects Naoko to come and join him on his mission to be All Grown Up, and dude he crashes HARD just when he hears that she’s worse than her usual depressing self.

In the meantime, Midori is being all kinds of awesome. They hang out and he treats her kind of like a jerk cause his head is all wrapped up in Naoko-So-Sad, and she totally makes him pay for it. Which I LOVED, cause in general women let men get away with crap way too easily. He keeps trying to apologize to her and begs for her attention, and then comes my favorite little part of the whole book:

Toru: “When am I going to be able to talk to you? I want you to tell me that much, at least.”

Midori: “When I feel like talking to you.”

You go, Midori! And then she continues to ignore his sorry ass for two months. LOVE IT. And then they finally hang out again and she vomits her “I’m so in love with you”s all over him, and we find out she finally dumped that loser boyfriend of hers. Yay! And then they agree to wait until he “figures things out with Naoko”. Which basically means let’s wait till she finally kills herself, which she then finally does, pleasing me immensely but then Toru spirals and just leaves and turns into a traveling hobo for a while, which sucks.

So THEN he comes back and Reiko gets her sorry ass out of the sanitorium, and then they get their groove on. Seriously? Does Toru really need to get down and dirty with just about every girl he sees? And then right after she leaves, he calls Midori and it seems like they’re going to start to attempt really dating… except the last line of the WHOLE STUPID BOOK is something about him calling out to her from no place, and what the hell does that mean? I’m assuming he eventually recovers from whatever craziness that was, cause he’s adult Toru in the book, but now I’ll never know for sure if he got his act together and ended up happily ever after with Midori.

If Murakami had written a REAL ending, it probably would have ended with Toru somehow disappointing Midori and hurting her feelings so bad that she offs herself… so Murakami gave us the only not-depressing ending he could think of, which was NO ending. You suck, Murakami.

So, this is basically what I have gathered from this book…

  • Murakami digs ears in a weird way.
  • Japan is chock full of people killing themselves. More often than not for no reason at all. It’s just a natural passtime.
  • DEPRESSION. DEATH. SUICIDE.CRYING. EMPTINESS. TURMOIL. ANGST. Bella from Twilight has NOTHING on this book in the realm of teenage angsty-ness.
  • Murakami seems to take immense pleasure in giving his main protagonist handys from every girl he runs in to.
  • Murakami thinks all women are crazy, PMS-ing, and absolutely unable to survive without their choice love interest.
  • There is no such thing as a happy ending. Ever.

So… this book wasn’t my favorite. Obviously. It was a huge big old ball of suck. However, I DID thoroughly enjoy rantingย and complaining aboutย it with all of you! And thanks and kudos to Alice for putting this here readalong together!


A Visit From the Good Squad by Jennifer Egan

Dude, this book sucks.

I know, harsh way to start off a review. But this is why I relish being a book blogger that doesn’t receive books from publishers to review – I don’t feel the need to be nice about a book that I want to complain about all day long.

Soooo… This is basically a book of loosely-connected short stories about a bunch of people who grew up in the age of punk and rock music, so I guess back in the 70’s to 80’s. The general theme of the book is supposed to be “How did I get from where was I was to where I am now?”, which could be an interesting theme in any other book. Unfortunately, the answer for almost all of the characters featured in this book is “Because I’m a self-centered dumbass who did hard drugs and acted like a little asshole for the entirety of my young adulthood.”

The very first chapter was the most interesting – it focuses on Sasha, who’s in therapy to deal with her kleptomania (that’s a compulsive urge to steal stuff). I’ve never really ever seen kleptomania mentioned in a novel before, so I was definitely hooked and wanted to know more – but this is the only chapter that really focuses on Sasha, and she isn’t even a great character – she’s one of those emo young kids who is depressed and unhappyย for no real reason. But still, it was a promising start. And then it IMMEDIATELY took a nose-dive in chapter two, where were meet Bennie – an aging man in the music industry in drinks actual flakes of gold in his coffee and for some reason can’t stop reliving every embarassing moment that’s ever happened to him. From there we meet a ton of other random characters who are all screwed up in similar ways and it got really old, really fast.

I read some reviews online that claimed this was such a heart-breakingly beautiful book about growing up and coming-of-age – no it’s not. Books like that are relatable to a wide audience. There is nothing relatable to the general public about watching your best friend blow some guy while he has his arm around you at a concert. That’s something only drug addictsย and weirdos can relate to. How the hell did this get a Pulitzer prize?

Oh, and the big “Powerpoint chapter” was 50+ pages of boring slides, and to me definitely seemed like the author was just trying to be edgy. Which she tried to do throughout the whole book. But on the upside, those 50+ pages went really fast and hence I was able to finish this book quicker, thank goodness.

So yeah, I’m sorry to the people who voted for this book as November’s read, but this book is a huge ball of suck. And the fact that it’s so popular makes me think that maybe I’m just not intellectual or thinking deeply enough or something. Or maybe everyone else really likes to read about cocaine and whiny bums more than I do. It was like Holden Caufield in Catcher in the Rye, except like 20 Holdens and way more annoying.

And because I do feel bad about bashing this book so much because I know a lot of you liked it, here’s a far more positive review over at What Red Read. I’m trying to be all fair and balanced. (Barely succeeding there, I know.)

Sarah Says: 0 stars.