As my birthday was a couple weeks ago, I received a fair number of gifts. Among these gifts was a router so I can finally connect my new laptop to the Internet, as well as a laptop case, a year long subscription to USA Today, a magnificent argyle sweater that caught my eye about a month ago, a book of stunning landscapes and landmarks in Italy, and fifty dollars in cash, all from my parents (thanks Mum and Dad! haha). From the rest of my family, I got a sleek new iPod case with built-in speakers, and various gifts of cash and gift cards including two fifty-dollar certificates for Barnes and Noble. Here, at last, the subject of my entry. On Sunday night, I went down to the bookstore, and stayed there for about and hour and a half just browsing and enjoying myself, as there
aren't many times I get to go to Barnes and Noble with one hundred bucks to burn. I ended up spending about seventy-five dollars of the hundred, and six books to show. First, I bought a fairly comprehensive world atlas off the bargain rack for ten dollars, which I have been meaning to get for about a year now. Then, I bought a book of the Worlds Greatest Architecture Past and Present, and a book on Byzantine history for about twenty. A book called Ultimate Autos also caught my eye. Normally, I limit my reading pursuits to travel, history, architecture, and fiction(but rarely, and it has to be good for me to waste my time on figments of people's imaginations), but once I opened it and saw some of the cars, I couldn't resist; it was only ten dollars after all. From the travel section, I bought a book called Oracle Bones; A Journey Through Time In China, which won some prize for literature, and I'm hoping that it will prove as engaging as Istanbul; Memories and the City was. Finally, and I've been meaning to make this book my own for a long time, I bought George Orwell's classic negative-utopia novel, 1984. I read this book in seventh grade, and I loved it, for reasons unkown to even myself, so now it's part of my personal collection. All I need now is some Ray Bradbury to cap it off...if you haven't read The Long Rain, your missing out
aren't many times I get to go to Barnes and Noble with one hundred bucks to burn. I ended up spending about seventy-five dollars of the hundred, and six books to show. First, I bought a fairly comprehensive world atlas off the bargain rack for ten dollars, which I have been meaning to get for about a year now. Then, I bought a book of the Worlds Greatest Architecture Past and Present, and a book on Byzantine history for about twenty. A book called Ultimate Autos also caught my eye. Normally, I limit my reading pursuits to travel, history, architecture, and fiction(but rarely, and it has to be good for me to waste my time on figments of people's imaginations), but once I opened it and saw some of the cars, I couldn't resist; it was only ten dollars after all. From the travel section, I bought a book called Oracle Bones; A Journey Through Time In China, which won some prize for literature, and I'm hoping that it will prove as engaging as Istanbul; Memories and the City was. Finally, and I've been meaning to make this book my own for a long time, I bought George Orwell's classic negative-utopia novel, 1984. I read this book in seventh grade, and I loved it, for reasons unkown to even myself, so now it's part of my personal collection. All I need now is some Ray Bradbury to cap it off...if you haven't read The Long Rain, your missing out
2 comments:
How can you claim that books are a waste of time since you clearly enjoy movies? Are movies not "figments of people's imaginations" as well?
I'm not trying to anger you with these questions, I'm just a curious person.
No, I won't guess haha.
It takes significantly longer to read a work of fiction than it does to watch a movie. When I take the time to read a book, I want to be learning something, improving myself. On the other hand, I use movies basically as an escape. I know that when I watch a movie, for those two hours, I'll forget everything else that I'm thinking about. I realize that you can similarly get lost in a book that way, but fiction just doesn't interest me. I read travel essays, geo-politics, foreign affairs, that's basically it.
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