What a Busy Fall

I refuse to write 5 new posts on all those damn English class books. I don't need to review them, because I spent a week on each, analyzing them to the point where they don't even need to be analyzed. So here is one post, before I embark on the final, partly to jog my memory for the near future, and partly to jog my memory for the future future, when I for some reason care how much I hated these books.
First off, there was more melodramatic Asian bullshit in The Samurai's Garden. Long story short, it was written by a girl, but the narrator was a boy. You can't do that. Boys don't daydream about beautiful Asian gardens and all that. Even in poetry, no poetry written by a man is that flowery and sappy. Sorry Asian authors, with all your reflective peacefulness and legends, I just don't like it. I'd rather have an adventure. This book was well written and thick in description, but other than that, nothing really happened.
Then we read Coyote Waits, where again, nothing really happened. The entire novel, you are kind of waiting for some mystery to be solved, but then you realize that nothing happens. Really, I'm going to spoil the ending: The old guy IS the killer, just like it says at the beginning of the book, and all throughout. They basically investigate a murder, even though they know who the killer is. They lead you on to think that maybe there is another killer, but no, they were right all along, and not only was the investigation a waste of time, but so was the book. Surprise!
Then I think we read Solo Faces. This was when I realized that I no longer want to store knowledge from these books in my brain, and stopped reading them. I read half of this one, and then the last couple chapters so that I knew the ending. This is the first time I've finished a book just to get it done. And I'm patient! It was all, something about mountain climbing, and adults, and not interesting, and yeah. This one just wasn't my cup of tea. It was forgettable. Like, I'll at least remember Coyote Waits for being an asshole to me, but I will forget anything from this book within the next month.
After that, we embarked on All Quiet On the Western Front. Which I actually liked. Not just because it's well known, but it's well known because I liked it. It actually knew how to draw me in to the action, gory descriptions of war are a little more bad-ass than partial molestation (Cab Called Reliable). It also took me to a different place in time, which we all know I’m a fan of. And the movie for it isn’t a crappy made for TV movie (Coyote Waits). Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to finish this book because the teacher made a million things due at once, but I hope I can finish it over Christmas break or something.
Also, we were required to do another book for outside reading accompanied by an analytical essay which was due today. It’s funny, because the final is due in 2 days. Actually, it’s not funny at all. And I’m really stressed out. Because I caught strep throat over the weekend. And have two other really tough finals to study for this week. And I’m drifting in and out of sleep, and I’m extremely drowsy, and I fever randomly, and it hurts like a bitch to swallow. Fun, no? But school will all be over in 2 days, and I will finally resume reading books that I actually want to read in the month that I have off. And the positive thing about my sickness coinciding with winter break, is that I have 10 days ahead of me of just pure relaxation. Where I can drift in and out of sleep without worrying, and I can read all day if I want, and play video games and paint and all that. It won’t be any social party but hopefully my friends are nice enough people to stop by every once in awhile.
Anyways, the book I read for outside reading was Sula. I actually kind of liked this book. It was short. And made me angry. Why would she sleep with her best friend’s husband? Bitch. Also, more bad-ass than whiney. We have moms catching on fire, moms jumping out of windows, and an entire city drowning on accident. Okay.
So yeah, I hope that I will read something other than the Lord of the Rings this December. Maybe some Shakespeare. In any case, I can’t wait to count up how many books I’ve read this year, because I’ve almost finished year one of Book Blog. I might shove as many as I can in these next few weeks because of that dry spell in the spring. It’s an embarrassingly low total probably