Okay, I have ten minutes before work so I'm going to post crappy quick reaction reviews of the measly three books I've read this summer. This is a sad post representative of the sheer amount of business that has been my life since school started. Let's just say I'm never taking summer school again.

To wrap up that chapter of my life, I read Learning Capitalist Culture, an ethnography by Douglas Foley for my American Culture class. It was alright, I was expecting it to be a bit more transfixing since it took place in a racially tense Mexican/White community in Texas in the 7O's, anyone familiar with my cultural heritage might understand if not whatever. It was interesting to see how little high school culture has changed since then, I could relate most instances and people in the book to people I knew, with slight geographical and time differences. The end.

A couple days ago I finally finished A Light In August by William Faulkner after starting it in March after remembering my handsome English teacher from high school who said Faulkner was his favorite author and had us read As I Lay Dying, which I remember liking. I liked the tone of the book, I liked that I was completely able to transport myself to this time and place, I adequately hated and loved the characters the way I do real people, I loved the language and the writing was so dreamy and an awesome headscape, it just wasn't extraordinarily interesting, took me forever to drudge through, I dunno.

Today I read Illyria by Elizabeth Hand, a short young adult "fantasy" novel. It wasn't too "fantastic" unless young love is magic, I dunno, I have yet to fully reflect on it having finished it minutes ago. I liked it though, it was well written for a kids book and left out stupid details, was quick and nostalgic and encompassing and breathtaking and romantic. Shit I have to go to work. HOPE to write again soon.