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Top Ten Tuesday: Books That Were Totally Deceiving

I admit it: it’s Wednesday. Last night, I was so excited that I didn’t have to work late that I just spent a lot of time wandering around the Internet, and then I fell asleep. Holy Week took its toll.

I’ve also been putting in time cleaning up my Facebook timeline, which I am only getting because I clicked a button for an app I now refuse to use. I was determined to hold out until they forced timeline on me as a lazy protest. I must say that I am glad to see that most of my old content is perfectly fine for general consumption, though. I always say that if you don’t want the world to know, don’t put it online. Next: tackling almost ten years of archives here. Yikes.

Top Ten Books That Were Totally Deceiving

  1. A Canticle for Leibowitz: I’d heard that it was religious sci-fi, so I was hesitant at first. Even when I started reading it, I couldn’t quite figure out where it was going. I was stunned by how much I liked it, though, even though the most sci-fi I can usually take is Star Trek.
  2. Speak: I’d heard great things about it for years before I read it. I was expecting it to be so revolutionary. It was okay, but it wasn’t earth-shattering, and Catalyst, one of Anderson’s other books, was definitely disappointing. I don’t want to read about teenagers with problems just wallowing in them. I want growth. Even if there’s not a happy ending, I want to at least care about what kind of ending I get.
  3. Unplanned: A book by a former Planned Parenthood Director of the Year turned pro-lifer could have gone either way. I don’t think I would have read a virtiolic reflection, so I knew it would be good before I picked it up. I was pleasantly surprised by Abby Johnson’s compassion toward her former coworkers, especially the ones that turned on her so quickly and completely.
  4. A Tale of Two Cities: It’s Dickens. Dickens is not known for many positive qualities. He got paid by the word, which is why he spends that infamous long opening of Two Cities expanding on the observation that the French Revolution was a time of confusion and contradiction. “Show, don’t tell” only goes so far. The story is fantastic, though, once you get all the excess words out of the way.
  5. Rediscovering Catholicism: I’d heard good things about Matthew Kelly, and I actually got my copy for free. I was so excited to read it, and I was so upset that it was so fluffy and pop-y, and not in a good way. Yeah, I read the Alice books, but I also read theology. Cotton candy is only good for a little while.
  6. On Writing, by Stephen King: I don’t like being scared on purpose. I’m scared so often accidentally that it seems ludicrous to volunteer for fear. I’ve also never read a Stephen King book. I picked this one because I was doing (highly enjoyable) research on writing in college and needed a variety of sources and formats. I really liked it! His opinion on plot vs. story is one of my favorites:

    Story is honourable and trustworthy; plot is shifty, and best kept under house arrest.

  7. Uglies and its sequels: This was another book that came with high acclaim and let me down. I was expecting some good YA dystopia, but I just found it slow.
  8. The ABCs of Choosing a Good Husband: I risked the embarrassment of having to admit I’d read this! A friend recommended another book by this publisher, The Temperament God Gave You, and now I’m definitely reluctant to read that.
  9. The Catcher in the Rye: I didn’t get or like it the first time i read it, in middle school. I didn’t like it the second time I read it, in high school, but I got it more. I still didn’t like it the third time I read it, in college. I can in no way identify with a kid who gets kicked out of another prep school and goes on a four-day bender in New York City with a prostitute, is still torn up over his kid brother’s death, and winds up institutionalized. I get that it was groundbreaking; I just can’t stand that kid.
  10. Persepolis: I never thought I’d be into graphic novels. My ex-boyfriend was into graphic novels. I am still not into graphic novels, but I really enjoyed reading Persepolis. I liked that it was a memoir, I loved the art style, and I even still have my copy.

For more about these and other books I’ve read and want to read, check out my shelves on Goodreads.

Booking Through Thursday: National Book Week

I have a sneaking suspicion that this, like that email forward that declared National Friendship Week, is not a real observance, but I’ll go with it anyway. Also note that it was not fully edited from its original Facebook incarnation (see “status”), which specified that you’re supposed to let readers guess the book.

It’s National Book Week. The rules: Grab the closest book to you. Go to page 56. Copy the 5th sentence as your status.

(We’ve done something similar to this before, but it’s always fun, so … why not?)

The closest “book” I have is the IKEA catalog. The fifth “sentence” is this:

KARLSTAD loveseat and chaise $978 Chaise with adjustable backrest; one position for sitting and two different positions for relaxing.

The closest real book is Dangerously Alice. Yes, I read the Alice series, and I hate that I can’t stop reading it.

Then twenty [minutes].

Well, that was anticlimactic.

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