I figured I haven't done nothing in such a long time, I might as well enjoy two months of nothing before college starts.

Well, not nothing, per se.

Yesterday I read Sing You Home by Jodi Picoult and bookmarked my favorite lines:

"A baby fish is a...?"
"Caviar?" (Pg. 20).

"You know what? I was going to say fuck you, but then I decided I'd just wait for the trial to start, so you can go fuck yourself." (Pg. 334).

LMAOROFLMAOLOL. I wanna be a lawyer just so I can say that line. 

This is totally one of Picoult's better novels (though my favorite is still Change of Heart). Point of contention though:

Page 223: "Sometimes you are such a dyke." [Says otherwise sympathetic minor character Joel-the-wedding-planner.]

In other instances, the women take serious offense to being called a "dyke" but in this case it's okay...

Like--like--"nigger" vs "nigga" except without a spelling difference to clear things up?

Or maybe I'm not completely cured of a habit of seeing things in black and white...?

I just figure man, the subtext is so insubstantial, can't you be consistent so the dumb kids don't get confused?

The ending was also bit too easy too. I wanna know how Reid found out, how Reid reacted to Max stealing his wife, and isn't it so goddamn anticlimactic if the whole losing the court case was reversed in a couple of pages because Max just felt like taking it all back? Seriously?

But it's compelling. Brava brava.

Then I read Balzac and The Little Chinese Seamstress by Dai Sijie and it's hilarious so you should DEFINITELY read it yourself even if the ending made me go "Aw shit." I feel like the narrator all the time. I guess my best friend would be Luo, but who's the Seamstress? She seems like a metaphor of something. Maybe a metaphor for China. There's something really inhuman about her.

Ohmigawd, school is out and I still think I'm in Lit. They've done terrible things to me.

Now I'm working on Mini Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella, The Red Queen by Philippa Gregory, and The Bonesetter's Daughter by Amy Tan. I'll reread The Other Boleyn Girl too. By the time the summer is over, I will not need to read for another hundred years, but I probably will anyway.

I'll get a copy of Memoirs of a Geisha, because I can't read it atm since my mom's all like "GEISHAS? PROSTITUTION???" and I'm like...."Literature?" and she's like

"YOU'RE GOING TO HELL!"

I think this segues nicely into the next post.