warning: this entry is all over the place.
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enamouredHAPPY 2011, EVERYBODY!!!
It has occurred to me that in August of this year I will have been on LJ for ten years; at the same name and everything. Oh. My. God.
Anyway, list time:
Song I Am Digging Right Now: This is the New Year by Ian Axel. I got it as a free download, but it's $0.99 at Amazon.
One of the Books I Cannot Wait to Read This Year: Beauty Queens by Libba Bray. I mean, the description alone:
WHY IS MAY SO VERY FAR AWAY. WHY.
A Few Favorite Book Quotes: The first is from Dash and Lily's Book of Dares by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan, which I liked so much more than the other two books they wrote together:
"Oh my," Sofia said when I was through. "You think you've finally found the girl in your head."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, like most guys, you carry around this girl in your head, who is exactly who you want her to be. The person you think you will love the most. And every girl you are with gets measured against the girl in your head. So this girl with the red notebook—it makes sense. If you never meet her, she never has to get measured. She can be the girl in your head."
"You make it sound like I don't want to get to know her."
"Of course you want to get to know her. But at the same time, you want to feel like you already know her. That you will know her instantly. Such a fairy tale."
"A fairy tale?"
Sofia smiled at me. "You think fairy tales are only for girls? Here's a hint—ask yourself who wrote them. I assure you, it wasn't just the women. It's the great male fantasy—all it takes is one dance to know that she's the one. All it takes is the sound of her song from the tower, or a look at her sleeping face. And right away you know—this is the girl in your head, sleeping or dancing or singing for you. Yes, girls want their princes, but boys want their princesses just as much. And they don't want a very long courtship. They want to know immediately."
And then there is this exchange from Steve Kluger's My Most Excellent Year, which is (as I might have mentioned before, one of my favorite books and it is kind of woefully underrated). In it, Augie is talking to Hucky, a deaf kindergartner that his best friend/brother TC has befriended:
...since Hucky doesn't have to worry about getting confused by words, sometimes he zeroes in on the bottom line a lot faster than I do—especially when I try to con myself into or out of things.
HUCKY: Who's in the picture?
ME: That's Andy and me at Thanksgiving.
HUCKY: Why are you smiling at him that way?
ME: Uh, because I love him.
HUCKY: Does he love you too?
ME: I don't know.
HUCKY: Why don't you know??
Maybe I'd be smarter with only four senses.
And finally the opening from The Westing Game, which will always always always be one of my favorite books ever:
I did not do nearly enough reading last year. I usually read at the least forty books a year; last year I topped off at thirty-four. I guess that is what painting and screenwriting and tons of TV production work will do to you. Eh.
Concert I MUST Go To: the Backstreet Boys/New Kids on the Block reunion show.
I was stuck at home on Saturday because of my back and my mom and I were watching the replay from the Dick Clark New Years' show, and BSB and NKOTB were on and my mom says, "Candice, it's your boys!" I just discovered that tickets for the Dallas show have been on sale practically since my birthday and center floor seats are $106--so with Ticketmaster's service fees being what they are, the ticket will probably be like, $130 at the least. But I want to go so bad. I still sort of regret not going to their tour in 2005 because that ended up being the last one that Kevin was on and all. I have a feeling that it is going to be insane in the best possible way. When I first heard about the tour I think I had a moment where I reverted back to thirteen.
It has occurred to me that in August of this year I will have been on LJ for ten years; at the same name and everything. Oh. My. God.
Anyway, list time:
Song I Am Digging Right Now: This is the New Year by Ian Axel. I got it as a free download, but it's $0.99 at Amazon.
One of the Books I Cannot Wait to Read This Year: Beauty Queens by Libba Bray. I mean, the description alone:
Teen beauty queens. A "Lost"-like island. Mysteries and dangers. No access to emall. And the spirit of fierce, feral competition that lives underground in girls, a savage brutality that can only be revealed by a journey into the heart of non-exfoliated darkness. Oh, the horror, the horror! Only funnier. With evening gowns. And a body count.
WHY IS MAY SO VERY FAR AWAY. WHY.
A Few Favorite Book Quotes: The first is from Dash and Lily's Book of Dares by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan, which I liked so much more than the other two books they wrote together:
"Oh my," Sofia said when I was through. "You think you've finally found the girl in your head."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, like most guys, you carry around this girl in your head, who is exactly who you want her to be. The person you think you will love the most. And every girl you are with gets measured against the girl in your head. So this girl with the red notebook—it makes sense. If you never meet her, she never has to get measured. She can be the girl in your head."
"You make it sound like I don't want to get to know her."
"Of course you want to get to know her. But at the same time, you want to feel like you already know her. That you will know her instantly. Such a fairy tale."
"A fairy tale?"
Sofia smiled at me. "You think fairy tales are only for girls? Here's a hint—ask yourself who wrote them. I assure you, it wasn't just the women. It's the great male fantasy—all it takes is one dance to know that she's the one. All it takes is the sound of her song from the tower, or a look at her sleeping face. And right away you know—this is the girl in your head, sleeping or dancing or singing for you. Yes, girls want their princes, but boys want their princesses just as much. And they don't want a very long courtship. They want to know immediately."
And then there is this exchange from Steve Kluger's My Most Excellent Year, which is (as I might have mentioned before, one of my favorite books and it is kind of woefully underrated). In it, Augie is talking to Hucky, a deaf kindergartner that his best friend/brother TC has befriended:
...since Hucky doesn't have to worry about getting confused by words, sometimes he zeroes in on the bottom line a lot faster than I do—especially when I try to con myself into or out of things.
HUCKY: Who's in the picture?
ME: That's Andy and me at Thanksgiving.
HUCKY: Why are you smiling at him that way?
ME: Uh, because I love him.
HUCKY: Does he love you too?
ME: I don't know.
HUCKY: Why don't you know??
Maybe I'd be smarter with only four senses.
And finally the opening from The Westing Game, which will always always always be one of my favorite books ever:
The sun sets in the west (just about everyone knows that), but Sunset Towers faced east. Strange!
Sunset Towers faced east and had no towers. This glittery, glassy apartment house stood alone on the Lake Michigan shore five stories high. Five empty stories high.
The one day (it happened to be the Fourth of July), a most uncommon-looking delivery boy rode around town slipping letters under the doors of the chosen tenants-to-be. The letters were signed by Barney Northrup.
The delivery boy was sixty-two years old, and there was no such person as Barney Northrup.
I did not do nearly enough reading last year. I usually read at the least forty books a year; last year I topped off at thirty-four. I guess that is what painting and screenwriting and tons of TV production work will do to you. Eh.
Concert I MUST Go To: the Backstreet Boys/New Kids on the Block reunion show.
I was stuck at home on Saturday because of my back and my mom and I were watching the replay from the Dick Clark New Years' show, and BSB and NKOTB were on and my mom says, "Candice, it's your boys!" I just discovered that tickets for the Dallas show have been on sale practically since my birthday and center floor seats are $106--so with Ticketmaster's service fees being what they are, the ticket will probably be like, $130 at the least. But I want to go so bad. I still sort of regret not going to their tour in 2005 because that ended up being the last one that Kevin was on and all. I have a feeling that it is going to be insane in the best possible way. When I first heard about the tour I think I had a moment where I reverted back to thirteen.
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Date: 2011-01-03 05:08 am (UTC)I did not know Libba Bray had a new book coming out, but that's awesome! I love her. I actually met her once, y'know, and she's awesome & hilarious. She's on LJ, too!
I gotta read more this year. I was lazy once I got out of school & only just barely made my goal of 50. >___> Sounds like you've got some good stuff planned! :)
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Date: 2011-01-04 10:17 am (UTC)