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Seeing that I was so stressed I made myself sick, I decided I needed a break. I still felt shity anyway, so I ditched today's only class and did nothing. It was glorious. I kinda keep on cringing at everything I still have to work on, but I really really needed it.

I am still somewhat in denial over the Bones season finale. I want. Um. To sort of forget about it? And to rewatch S2? ALTHOUGH THEN I'D PROBABLY CRY, OR SOMETHING? AAAH.

*cough* Okay, let's discuss books:



The Host by Stephenie Meyer.
Aaaaand she did it again. A novel that is somewhat impossible to put down, and yet you're not sure why because the writing is so insipid. OH WELL. Still, it's much, MUCH better written that Twilight, and, in contrast, you don't feel like murdering any of the characters. Actually, this is sort of an improved version of Twlight, only with ALIENS (LOL) instead of cheesy vampires. LOL LOL. The Melanie/Jared/Wanderer/Ian romantic RECTANGLE (more lulz) is sort of like Edward/Bella/Jacob redux, only with 'feisty' Melanie thrown into the mix. They're sort of sympathetic characters, though (for the most part), and in all, it's a darn intriguing reading, even if you don't really get much out of it.

The synopsis: Earth has been invaded by a race of aliens that 'possess' bodies (WHICH ARE ALL SMILY AND PAINFULLY SUBURBAN, which is creepy as fuck and if I know Meyer that was totally not on purpose), and Wanderer, our alien heroine, ends up learning all about How Humans Are Awesome when her host body, Melanie, refuses to give her body up and drags her to meet her lover, Jared, and her little brother, Jamie. SHENANIGANS HAPPEN. All in an surprisingly decently thought out post-apocalyptic setting. Or, you know, something.

But really, Mrs. Meyer, YOU, of all people, don't get to publish a book under an ADULT tag and THEN NOT ADD ANY SEX IN IT. AAARGH. At least she doesn't imply that everyone's all fine and dandy with that much celibacy, I guess. But still. It's the end of humanity, folks, THEY'D BE GOING AT IT LIKE RABBITS.

Todos Los Fuegos el Fuego by Julio Cortázar
God, Cortázar. This man is just. a;sldkfjalsjdf. So insanely good. A short story collection, this one is just superbly written and fantastically gorgeous and damn, but I'm going to run out of adjectives. :D The first story, La autopista del sur, is about a giant traffic jam just outside Paris that lasts almost a year, and how everyone starts making friendhips and relationships and groups and pretty much recreates a little society on the side of their cars, helping each other to get food and water and it was just. So good. This kind of story is my dream come true, honestly, heavy on the sociology. And the rest of the stories (minus one, probably) are just as good, all with that certain Cortázar charm, when something fantastic happens and yet if feels so real. ♥

Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk
Man, so awesome. I love Palaniuk's style, so cynic and a bit scary and just thrilling. I also love his absolutely fucked up characters, and their even more messed up interactions. About the ending - yeah, I think I like the movie's better (I know, I know, but it is so good). But really, both movie and book compliment each other a lot - they work well together, let's say. So it was a fantastic book, made better by the fact that all through reading it I felt all proud of myself at having done it myself, haha.

Music for Chameleons by Truman Capote
Okay, so I'm not done with this one yet, I still have a quarter of a book to go, but I'm entranced by it. I'd never read anything by Capote before, but I love the way he makes it look so easy, and his so-called non-fiction is just brilliant. There's a spareness to it that I'm really digging, and now I feel all inspired to write people-driven stories, just random portraits of random people. :D

And now I really, REALLY want to read Breakfast at Tiffany's, even though I've never seen the movie. DON'T HURT ME. I'm not sure if there was another book of his in English in the book store I got this one from, though. I shall have to go look.