G.K. Chesteron

 So I've been reading some G.K. Chesterton lately because his name keeps popping up in all the other books I have been reading. I must say the man is incredibly witty. I hardly ever agree with him (he being a Christian apologist of sorts and me not so much) but I always laugh, sometimes out loud. His essay on Spiritualism, in which he compares it to murder,  is hilarious.  As I'm reading his essays, I am struck by the breadth and scope of his thinking and how, even when I don't agree with him, he's view is so nuanced that I do find myself really, really thinking about what his point is. Plus, he is so damn clever. And I never know where he is going until the end of his essay and then I sort of feel that I've been run over by a car I didn't see and never knew it happened until I was explaining the bruises two days later. That, my friends, is a gift. Especially since he wrote in the later nineteenth century and died in 1934, so for his books to entertain me thusly, is, well, marvelous. I haven't been this amused by a writer in a very long time.

So what's next, The Man Who Was Thursday which I got to page ten of, wandered away from because a shinier book caught my vapid attention and I forgot I had until I saw it tucked in my school bag.

And so, who wants to tell me about their book adventures lately?

(no subject)

 In futher trifling news, I'm so sick of putting stickers on paperbacks. Oh why won't this day end?

Politic-y

In light  of learning that the school around here are cutting back novel reading in English class to focus more on the battery of standardized tests that pass for Emperor Bush's education reform, here is a brief article about schools and librarians. I must, on the whole, say DUH.  But more importantly, there are schools....without libraries...and a librarian....for shame America.

Amused

So apparently I do the potty dance so noticeably that the fiance at a stop sign, turned on his hazards, left his car, came to my car, knocked on the window and asked if I wanted him to take rayechu home so I could pee. I then proceeded to mumble "No, I'll take her home so I can use her bathroom because it's closer...even though she told me to go to the bathroom forty-five minutes ago in the store." I am amused.