I really suck at this.

But heeeyyy, I finished both of the books I was working on...!

That is to say, I finished The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon. I thought it was really excellent. Getting into the head of someone with autism is probably not the easiest thing to do. I know I'd be sitting on the floor while everything about it was level with the treetops, but maybe that's because I haven't researched it. Anyway, the point is that I couldn't do it and I respect this Mark Haddon guy. He did a pretty good job. I liked that with the way it was written from first-person perspective (and maybe because Christopher had autism and couldn't communicate very well), I got a really great insight into slang, etc., that is sorely lacking in most novels.

I also finished Bluebeard's Egg and Other Stories by Margaret Atwood, and I have fallen in love. I always knew books did things to me, BUT THIS WOMAN. I've been kind of pushed toward her for a long time, but I don't call myself a feminist and I was a little bit jaded-- I'LL ADMIT IT-- because I didn't want to be classified as pretentious. And let's face it. It's a little bit pretentious. But I can't help it because she is... everything I want to be.

Alright, I said it. I want to be Margaret Atwood when I grow up. She writes powerful women, and even if she isn't writing powerful women, she is powerful, and I really love her. I wasn't even distracted by first-person narratives at the end of the book like I had been to begin with. This is a good sign, folks. This means I'll give her another try when I have the chance. I'm pretty excited about it.

Next up for the bookclub is Life of Pi by Yann Martel (I bought this version with really beautiful illustrations in it!), and next up for me on my own is At Swim-Two-Birds by Flann O'Brien. Irish lit, what what.