Both good. Loved em. Longer post later. After the icky yucky holiday is gone.
Oh um okay it's been a while. Happy new year first of all.
So, I remember both of these quite well. A Crack in the Line was wonderful, and it felt like an idea I'd come up with before, so it kept bugging me that it wasn't exactly how I pictured the world. The ending was good, though I wish they'd had a better explanation for Aldous.
Wintergirls was intense. I read it little bit by little bit, and I didn't have trouble remembering it from time to time as I often do. And I always ended up feeling like her during trig instead of feeling like me. That's how much this book sucked me in, or how addicting it was, as I usually call it. I felt like I wished I was her sometimes, I envied her ability to become skinny and self deprecation and stuff, things I never have had the courage to do. I realize that I'm stupid for feeling bad about being unable to hurt myself, yet that's how it feels. Anyway, this blog isn't about me. Or maybe it is, but it's not a place to learn about me so straightforward.
The long period I've gone through without finishing this has made me realize how memorable these are. Normally, I can't even remember the main character's names after a month, as I think that's how long it's been. I think the place and pace that you read books at really determines their memorablity. Wintergirls for example, I can remember so many times that I felt like her after reading a section at lunch that I can hardly just forget that feeling. And I think it also influenced me to start knitting again (that bag I still haven't fixed, which led to Chris's Christmas scarf when my dad was out of town) and even eventually try to learn how to crochet. If I take the care to wait out a book, read it slowly, not even thoughtfully, I remember it better, unlike super addicting ones (which these were, but a different category) that I can read in a night even though they're 500 pages long *coughDivergentcough* (speaking of, I can't figure out what I did about Insurgent, I could have sworn I wrote a post about it, or I at least thought out one. My favorite character was the one who fell off the ladder because there wasn't ever a negative part about him, unlike the others). But they have to be really good and it has to be the right place for me to tolerate such things. I still haven't found another book I can really read in the library. Which is awful because I love sitting in the fiction section during lunch. It's quiet but not too quiet, comfortable, hide-out-private, sometimes you can over hear things... pretty perfect for reading. I really should work on befriending the librarian.
Anyway that's all. Happy New Year!
