Tuesday, February 23, 2016

bitches gotta read: bone gap.

i have been reading a lot lately. which is cool because WOW LOOK AT ME USING MY BRAIN except i have shit i need to be working on and getting engrossed in other people's books is counterproductive. (my book is due next month wtf am i even doing, man.) i spend a fair amount of time back and forth to michigan on the amtrak, and at first i would spend half the trip fruitlessly trying to connect to the wifi so i could listen to this one dum dum girls song on repeat (idiot) before giving up and spending the second half trying to get my texts to go through (moron). so now i just read the whole time between "please don't let me have to poop before we get back to the city" chants.

the rules
1 we are never going to meet in person. that would require a bra and zippered pants and probably an expensive uber and motherfuck that. you don't have to worry about violet's gluten allergy or that jackie doesn't like gin. no cleaning the cat box or vacuuming the drapes or hiding the dirty laundry in the oven so your company doesn't realize what a huge slob you are. just you in your house glasses and gravy pants sobbing into your six pack of beer, the way john green intended. getting together with people you don't live next door to is hella stressful. plus, a bunch of old bitches sitting around talking about fictional teenage romance is lame. OR IS IT THO.
2 we are never going to discuss this, ever. i mean seriously. i'm going to derive pleasure from knowing that people i might possibly enjoy spending time with if i ever could bring myself to meet new people and i are falling asleep and drooling on the same book we'll probably never finish. maybe we'll talk about it on twitter or something. but even thinking about organizing that is a daunting task and i'm already exhausted. mariyam suggested making a facebook group, but is that dumb? the internet is so hard sometimes. (ETA: there is a group! it's called bitches gotta read!)
3 we are never going to shame each other about not reading the fucking book. this is the beauty of never having to meet or talk about it: i ain't gotta come up with "thoughtful questions" and you ain't gotta pretend to remember what happened at the end of chapter seven while a bunch of wine-drunk bitches you don't even like that much wait expectantly for your answer. i'll read them, but that's only in case i run into you at the
farmer's market and you decide to pop quiz my ass.


brief internet synopsis: we start with a boy named finn and his brother, sean. sean is the classic hero: strong, silent, great at everything he does. finn is a pretty boy whose otherworldly goofiness has earned him the nicknames spaceman, sidetrack, and moonface. along comes roza, a beautiful and damaged young woman, fleeing from some unknown evil. when she disappears, only finn witnesses her abduction and he is unable to describe her captor. he is also unsure whether she left by force or choice. in this world, the evidence of one's senses counts for little; appearances, even less. heroism isn't born of muscle, competence, and desire, but of the ability to look beyond the surface and embrace otherworldliness and kindred spirits. sex happens, but almost incidentally. evil happens, embodied in a timeless, nameless horror that survives on the mere idea of beauty. a powerful novel.

whoa this sounds pretty rad. i downloaded it a while ago but then got caught up reading a couple galleys and a bunch of other stuff (including next month's pick, i know i know) but i'ma try to get this one in this weekend. as long as the work i'm actually supposed to be doing doesn't get in the way. or nothing good comes on tv.