Really?

I haven't posted since July? I mean July hosted my two favorite weeks of 2011 but also led to two of the worst months of 2011. This has just not been a good year at all. I have high hopes for next year though. I recently moved to Portland, and I plan on returning to school soon, and I've been living off of pure confidence, independence, and creativity so things are looking up. I've been getting out and running again too, that's always fun.
Back to books! I haven't read a whole lot, but like I said, it's okay because I'm picking up the pace again. But upon looking at my Goodreads this is really sad. SO in August I read The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. I really enjoyed it, and this is the book that got me to carry a highlighter with me everywhere I go. I first checked it out from the library, but within a couple pages I realized I'd have to buy it and highlight all the passages I liked. And highlight I did. It was very clever and...neat. I really can't think of anything else to say, it's been so long. Sad.
September was focused on moving and sewing and working, and I don't honestly know, getting drunk perhaps. So I didn't finish another book until the end of October, when after a month I finally finished 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, which I seriously adored. It was so good. I don't even think I need to go into great detail, all I really need to say was that there is such thing as Magical Realism and this was it and I loved it. It almost reminded me of Amelie or similar movies where fantastical things seamlessly blend into realistic things. It was dreamy and fast paced and strange, with gritty darkness next to wondrous beauty. I liked the setting, the characters were...interesting. It was just really cool.
After that I was craving fantasy again, and needed something tiny to bring with me on a plane to San Francisco last weekend, so I started A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula Le Guin. I've been wanting to read something by her for awhile now, partly because I have a friend who knows her and can apparently hook us up for tea, and also because I generally love female fantasy authors. They lend a bit of sensitivity that some epics in the genre tend to lack. However this book lacked the sensitivity that I was expecting. It was still charming, and I could tell it was a pioneer for young adult fiction. Anyways I just finished that this afternoon, and I have a couple books I'd like to read now. I just need to buckle down and get to it. I have no real excuses lately.