First, some housekeeping: I'd like to apologize to everyone who won my Spring Cleaning Giveaway last year, as I--and I am very ashamed about this--have still not mailed the prizes. I've had a crazy, awful year, and mailing books ended up on the back burner. I've received a few emails about this and I thought I should apologize here, publicly. My mother has agreed to help me out with paying postage, so those should be dropped in the mail sometime this week.
As you may have seen on Twitter, I was invited to participate in Smugglivus over at The Book Smugglers, which I was very excited about. I wrote about the books that got me through 2012, and you can find that post here.
I have been in a bit of a reading slump of late, but that doesn't mean I haven't been reading some great books. I've been on an adult kick as well as a poetry kick, which means I have read and adored Just Kids by Patti Smith (a must for anyone who's interested in the arts culture of the '70s in New York), the collected poems of Sylvia Plath, and Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. I also made it through 90% of The Windup Girl by Paolo Bacigalupi before I left my copy at my dad's house over Christmas vacation, so I can't wait to pick it up again next time I'm over there and finish it. I'm really loving it so far, anyways. I'm now reading The Stormchasers by Jenna Blum, which is interesting. It's about twins who have fallen out of touch, one of whom is a divorced journalist and the other a bipolar, occasionally suicidal and psychotic stormchaser. So far the portrayal of bipolar seems spot-on, even if the writing is somewhat lackluster, and I'm looking forward to seeing how everything develops.
Like I said, I watched the Golden Globes last night, and enjoyed it more than I have enjoyed any awards show in the history of ever. Amy Poehler and Tina Fey killed it, there were more great acceptance speeches than terrible ones, and of course, Jodie Foster spent seven minutes nervously pouring out her heart onstage.
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I've always been a huge fan of Jodie Foster. She stars in one of my favorite movies, Contact, and I admire her ability to keep her private life set apart from her acting career. Getting up on that stage and coming out (without ever explicitly coming out) was one of the bravest things I've ever seen at an awards show. It's easy to forget that celebrities are people too, but her seven minutes of soul-searching was a great reminder, messy as it was. We're proud of you, Ms. Foster. Stay awesome.
For now, I'm off to do some dishes and feed some animals and finish some last-minute college applications and clean out my email inbox and many other boring but necessary things, and then perhaps I will accomplish some writing. See you next week (or sooner, if I can get my act together)!
1 comment:
Happy belated birthday, Maggie! I hope this coming year is kinder to you.
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