Wednesday, Apr. 13, 2005 - 9:56 p.m.
Why are there so many wonderful things to read? I've been back in a major bookworm kick lately, and have spent hours and hours a day reading. Even when I have stuff I should get done I end up curled up with other people's words. Words and images if you're me. But it's been everything.
I've been going through magazines I get in the mail (Rolling Stone thanks to my sister and Entertainment Weekly) and stolen from waiting rooms. I'm fascinated by Stephen's King's rules as they are in "On Writing." I'm revisiting the world of science fiction in an old Norton Anthology of Sci-Fi I found from a college class. And when I'm feeling ambitious and to be challenged, I've got a teenager book in German.
And I am totally in love with how common it has become to collect comics. So, now I have sitting on my bookshelf "the Comple Bone" and freshly devoured "Strangers in Paradise, pocket book #1." I recommend these to anyone. Best of all with these, you get more for less: a whole story all at once for cheaper than if you buy them by the issue. Awesome!
(Seriously....because I just finished it. If you've never checked out Strangers in Paradise, do it! Terry Moore is easily one of the easiest arguments that there is actually artistic talent (not just visually) in comics. Every thing he does in that comic feels deliberate, from the pages that are drawn sketchy to the pages of poems. And it flows with emotion and honesty and creativity. I love reading it even when it feels like nothing's really happening.)
And in the meantime, I look up and it's hours later and all I want to do is finish my story, reread an especially great passage.
