hope there's someone
Wrote some nonsense after nearly finishing The Gum Thief by Doug Coupland in a night. Like nearly everything I write down with an actual pen, I felt compelled to commit the words to paper in the middle of the night in the dark. Scrawly writing all around, hanging onto a page right next to one with the beginning of a recollected dream from a month ago ("crazy lady in my dream describing her dream:'worms were set on thunderbolts!' in a race around the Washington Monument..."). Keeping a journal should be a privilege not easily earned. I'll continue to abuse it.
Excerpt of the very very end:
I'm really into Goodreads right now. I never feel completely satisfied with my reviews. Here is one I wrote yesterday that is all about me.
Old Man's War by John Scalzi
rating: 4 of 5 stars
All of the praise heaped on Scalzi after he wrote this book is well deserved. Rather than echoing a bunch of lovely glowing reviews, I'll keep this short and personal: My aversion to intergalactic-space-war science fiction has been overcome. Despite a title containing three of the least appealing words that could ever appear together, Old Man's War was totally fun and engaging. Highly recommended if you like smart sci-fi.
plus! plus! plus! My life's ambition, as far as feeling like I've adequately lived in the future, is to experience photosynthesis. I try to mention it to all the scientists I meet who work in the appropriate fields of genetics, chemical engineering, biology, etc. When they just look at me funny, I add, "try to get on that," or something to that nature. Sci-fi has long been a herald of/inspiration for actual scientific advancements, which is why I am so psyched to finally have someone on my side. Chlorophyll-laced skin is one of the many changes made to the engineered humans in this book. Thank you, John Scalzi. Score one towards turning us into little green men.
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Excerpt of the very very end:
...What I like best is when books tell me secrets about myself. [I think] that is why I almost exclusively read fiction.
I'm really into Goodreads right now. I never feel completely satisfied with my reviews. Here is one I wrote yesterday that is all about me.
Old Man's War by John Scalzi
My review
rating: 4 of 5 stars
All of the praise heaped on Scalzi after he wrote this book is well deserved. Rather than echoing a bunch of lovely glowing reviews, I'll keep this short and personal: My aversion to intergalactic-space-war science fiction has been overcome. Despite a title containing three of the least appealing words that could ever appear together, Old Man's War was totally fun and engaging. Highly recommended if you like smart sci-fi.
plus! plus! plus! My life's ambition, as far as feeling like I've adequately lived in the future, is to experience photosynthesis. I try to mention it to all the scientists I meet who work in the appropriate fields of genetics, chemical engineering, biology, etc. When they just look at me funny, I add, "try to get on that," or something to that nature. Sci-fi has long been a herald of/inspiration for actual scientific advancements, which is why I am so psyched to finally have someone on my side. Chlorophyll-laced skin is one of the many changes made to the engineered humans in this book. Thank you, John Scalzi. Score one towards turning us into little green men.
View all my reviews.