After about a three month hiatus, I’m back. I’m in the final push (7 days of class left) until I can take a three month break from school and hopefully read and write more! The class I’m taking right now is called “Science for Society.” It is affectionately nicknamed, “Science for Stupid People,” or, more euphemistically, “Science for Non-Science Majors.” Today I sat through an hour and a half of looking at optical illusions to learn that the brain does not always process things correctly. I walked away with a killer headache and a strong nostalgia for my regular English classes. While it is helpful to break things up sometimes and do different things (it is a liberal arts college after all), it’s hard for me to get into a literary mood when my brain is full of statistics and hypotheses and vocab words for problems in scientific thinking.
So, I decided to try and think back on books I’ve read recently and rate them. I’m thinking of it as a practice post to get back into the habit of blogging, so if this is terrible and you think I’m dumb and you hated reading this…I’m sorry. It’ll get better.
How the Light Gets In by MJ Hyland. I just finished this book – I’d give it about an 7 on a scale of 1-10 (10 being fabulous, 1 atrocious). An Australian student comes to study in the US and finds it very difficult to fit in with her new host family. The writing captures the voice of the teen character well, but I didn’t end the book feeling like she grew at all, which was disappointing.
The Band that Played On by Steve Turner. Yes, I hopped on the Titanic bandwagon in April. I think this book gets a 7 too – it was very informative, but almost too much so. I didn’t need to know every little detail of every musician’s life; I was more interested in their role on the Titanic and the accounts of the band playing as the ship went down. Interesting, but not what I wanted from it.
Girl Reel by Bonnie J. Morris. This one was great, I have to give it at least a 9. This book is a memoir of what it was like for Bonnie to grow up as a lesbian without culture around her to represent that it was okay. She traces how she identified herself through different films, always waiting for the film that would portray a healthy, loving, gay relationship. Very well written.
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. It was time for my annual re-reading of this book and, once again, I loved it. I always do. Well, the first time I tried to read it I hated it because of the language, but once you get over that, it really is a good story. I found a funny little synopsis here.
That’s all for now! I will try my hardest to post regularly again 🙂