More books

I went to the Library and got some more books. I refrained from getting 10 books like I usually do since I never get time to read them before they are due again. Also, since I live across the street from the library now, (another awesome perk about the place I live in) I can just walk across the street whenever I'm done with the ones I got. No more across town excursions! :)


Book 1: Zensele: A letter for my Daughter by J. Nozipo Maraire.
The book is a letter from a Zimbabwean mother to her daughter, a student at Harvard. Interweaving history and memories, disappointments and dreams, like the tales of the traditional village storyteller, this letter is a gift from one generation to the next. As her daughter enters a new world, a mother shares the riches of her own through stories of her personal experiences and those of her generation.

Yes, I did take that directly from the book because I'm not that great with words and they summed it up very nicely whereas I would've made it sound dumb and uninteresting. I'll probably do the same for the books to follow.

I chose this book because I love books about other places.

Book 2: IHOP Papers by Ali Liebegott.
Francesca, a disgruntled twenty-year old lesbian IHOP waitress, tries desperately to pull together the pieces of her young, scattered life. Shes moves to San Francisco following her philosophy teacher, Irene, whom shes obsessed with.
Once in San Francisco, however, Francesca is forced by dire circumstances to work at the local pancake house. Much to her dismay, the new employer requires her to wear a ridiculous Heidi of the Alps uniform-which is almost as humiliating as serving the crazed array of speed freaks and other graveyard shift misfits. Half-suicidal, half-euphoric, Francesca seeks distraction in anything or anyone from her unrequited love for Irene.

I picked this one because I can relate to this girl.
Except I'm not a lesbian...and I didn't move out here for someone...and I'm not half-suicidal...and I dont have unrequited love for anyone...but, we both work at jobs we dislike, wearing uniforms we despise (mine is all white and I HATE white not only because it looks bad on me but also because I cant keep it clean, especially at work!)....OK, so that's all we have in common but it still seems like an entertaining read.

Book 3: The Two Towers by J.R.R. Tolkien.
Aaaand I just realized that this is the second book in the trilogy (durrrr)so I actually will be reading The Fellowship of the Ring first. Or should I read The Hobbit first?

I still haven't finished The Devil and Miss Prym yet, though I planned on finishing it today on my day off. I didn't count on being hungover though, and it turns out I cant read while I'm sick.

Stupid Tequila.

Who cares if it was self-inflicted, it still sucks.