When I was in high school, the bane of my summertime existence was the day that the reading lists arrived. I took accelerated English (freshman and sophomore years) and Advanced Placement English (junior and senior years), so summer reading assignments were a sad, inevitable occurrence that I just had to suck up and bear. Kind of like periods.
Junior year was the year that our reading lists exploded, expanding from 2 or 3 books to around 7 or 8. I love to read, I've made that clear before, but there's something about homework over summer vacation that made every indignant bone in my body stand up and say "Hey! No fair! I want to sleep until noon and then watch a movie and then go over to my friend's house and smoke some pot and eat inordinate amounts of Taco Bell!" Healthy, I know.
The summer reading lists were also a big pain in the ass because you never knew which books you were going to study first once school started. What's the point of reading a book in July if you're not even going to get to it in class until after mid-terms when you're just going to have to read it again because you'll have forgotten everything by that point? What was that thing I was saying about no fair?
Now that I live in California, I keep tabs on what's going on in my hometown by checking out Indystar.com every morning, the website for the Indianapolis Star newspaper. When I looked at it this morning, a headline caught my attention: "District pulls book out of students hands." Ignoring the lack of punctuation (copy editors, where?) in the title I clicked in to the story because I was kind of intrigued: was it a specific student that forcibly had a book pulled out of its hands? Was the district being a big bully and knocking books out of nerdy kids' hands in the hallway like in movies and TV shows? Or were they being a big douche and telling students that they couldn't read a certain book? DING DING DING WE HAVE A WINNER.
My alma mater is censoring Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison from junior AP English class.
People, people, people. Song of Solomon was on our reading list when I took junior AP English, oh, let's see, nine years ago. I THINK I TURNED OUT OK. I don't smoke pot anymore. Apparently some parent got mad that the book has (oh no!) sex and (eek!) violence and (oh, Lawdy, save us!) profanity. Profanity?!?!?!?! WHATEVER SHALL WE DO NOW? Our sad little Puritanical hearts and minds just can't take it!
I'm sure the parent in question has no problem with his/her son or daughter having their own TV and computer with an internet connection in his/her bedroom. Or unlimited text messaging on their cell phone. Guess what, Mom and Dad? Your kid knows what sex is, is probably already doing it, and I dare you to check their text messages because you know what? YOUR KID IS SEXTING.
This is just totally unbelievable to me. What's even more incredible is that this book has been on the reading list for that class for over 12 years (my sister read it when she took that class two years before me), and only now some parent complains. It's nice to see this regression of open-mindedness after over a decade of that book being taught with no problems. Oh wait, it's not nice, it's hugely and thoroughly disappointing and disgusting. If I recall correctly, we read A Catcher in the Rye in the same class. WANT TO JUMP ON THE BANDWAGON AND BAN THAT ONE TOO?
What makes me even madder is that I owe so much to that AP English class. Because of that class, and others like it, I was able to complete my bachelor's degree in three years instead of four, saving me I don't even know how many thousands of dollars in student loans. I went into college as a sophomore because I had earned so much college credit from those classes. And I got a 5 on that particular AP test, as did a ton of my classmates, because the woman that taught that class, the woman that still teaches that class, was no-nonsense awesome and new how to teach students about literature. I know for a fact that she's not in that classroom sensationalizing sex and violence in a book; she's in there giving those students an education and showing how it illustrates a story of racism and struggle and heartbreak.
I think these parents should be more worried about when their kids get to senior AP English and get that one teacher who only thinks about sex all day every day and relates every single sentence ever written in every work of literature to sex. Why is the knight green in Sir Gawain and the Green Knight? BECAUSE IT SYMBOLIZES SEX. What was Chaucer talking about in this part of The Canterbury Tales? SEX. Why is the author of this short story talking about the moon? BECAUSE HE'S HORNY AND WANTS LOTS OF SEX.
Protect your kids from that, you pervert. Oh, and by the way, parents? Ever hear of a library? Your kid can still read that book whenever he or she wants.
Censored
Coincidence Again
I've written a few times on this site about my reading quest for the year: 52 books in 52 weeks. I've got a huge list of books that I'm trying to slog through. Right now, I'm tackling the books that I actually have in my possession, a collection that has happily grown over the last four months with the opening of a gigantic $1 used bookstore down the street. My current method of finding out "what do I read next?" goes something like this:
Me: Edgar, pick a number between one and a hundred.
Edgar: Forty-seven.
Me: Thanks.
And then I count through the books that I actually have on the list to number 47 and that's the one I read. Lather, rinse, repeat. I find this is an equal opportunity method. It cuts down on me going "Hmmm, not too sure I want to try that author right now....." or "Hmmmm, that one is kind of long, and the last one I read was kind of long, so I should probably skip to a shorter one...." It doesn't leave me with the responsibility of making the decision, and I like it like that.
The most recent pick-a-number experiment landed me on The Lord of the Rings. I know it's a trilogy (or as I have since learned, not really a trilogy but several volumes of the same story broken up into three sections--so as not to offend the Tolkien-ites) but I had it entered as one item on the list because I have a copy of it that is all three books in one volume. But you can be sure that I'll be counting it as three books towards my total when all is said and done. That trilogy racks up to over 1000 pages, and I already read Atlas Shrugged last year, thank you very much, so I've put in my time with these monstrous tomes.
For someone that really likes to read, it's probably surprising that I've never read these before. It seems like one of those things that everyone has read, just not me. I've started The Fellowship of the Ring several times, but I've never been able to get through more than a few chapters before something else has gotten in the way and distracted my attention. So I guess this is the perfect time for me to read it, since this is my project for myself and I'm making a conscious effort to not try reading four different books at the same time before I end up abandoning all four as a lost cause. The nature of the project is going to make me see this through (famous last words, I know).
Anyways, so here I am, reading the book, la la la, and then I saw online that today is like National Tolkien Reading Day. Which is awesome, because now when I'm standing in line at the DMV tomorrow to pay my renewal for our Civic (SINCE SOME STATE THAT SHALL REMAIN NAMELESS, OH WAIT, IT'S CALIFORNIA, DIDN'T SEND THE FORMS TO ME IN THE MAIL AND WON'T 'RESEND' THEM BECAUSE THEY WOULD RATHER I WOULD COME INTO THEIR OVERCROWDED AND UNDERSTAFFED AND STINKY OFFICE THAN HANDLE A SIMPLE TRANSACTION THROUGH THE MAIL*), reading this book to pass the time, some nerd in the know is gonna be all "Oh, hey, it's my compatriot!" And then I'll have to be all "No, you smell."
*Chalk this up to another reason why California is wearing on my last nerve.
Lost: The update
Edgar and I have now completed three seasons in our "Let's try to figure out what's going on on Lost" project. My eyes hurt a little bit.
So here's my thing:
Um, Charlie. Hobbit-man. You are dumb. And you totally didn't have to die. When running for the door in the underwater hatch, you could have just run two more steps to be on the other side of it and then closed it from the outside. It had the big dial-y thing to seal it on the other side.
You brought this upon yourself. Or the writers of the show were stupid and brought it upon you, whichever.
Either way, YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DIE. Was anyone else as annoyed by this as I was? And yes, I know, IT'S A TV SHOW. I just can't help but become indignant about stuff like that though. I get too emotionally involved. It's the same way with every show for me. I get mad if a character I like gets killed off. I have an "I hate you, I love you" relationship every time the two characters that are meant to be together have some made-for-TV obstacle arise between them. Ooooh, will they make it? Will they not? Who cares, it's a TV show, right? I CARE, THAT'S WHO. Escapism at its finest.
I'm the same way with books. I just finished reading Jane Eyre and I absolutely hated it, because I found Jane Eyre herself to be a whiny, indecisive, arrogant, and entitled bitch. You're supposed to be some great figure in literature? Whatever, you wouldn't have had half the problems you did if you weren't so whiny, indecisive, arrogant, and entitled. And then that boring book could have been much shorter than 500 pages. And I KNOW, she's a figment of Charlotte Bronte's imagination. It's just the principal of it!
She says, as the shelves of the bookshelf groan in agony
I hope everyone out there in Internet-land had a safe and wonderful Christmas. I enjoyed my Christmas in the company of my husband (not to sound all sappy, but that's really all I needed) while wrapped up like an eskimo in this blanket/throw/wrap contraption that my father-in-law gave me on Christmas Eve. It has zippers and snaps and SNUGGIES BE DAMNED. I am now Eskimo Wife. And as Fiyero spent a good part of the pitiful Colts game yesterday under the blanket with me, he is now Eskimo Kitteh.
While I have lots of Christmas themed things to write about (the bulk of which center around Catholic church attendence on Christmas Eve by this not-at-all-a-Catholic girl), I thought I'd throw this out there in the meantime. It's a random meme that I found floating around out there and thought it to be rather timely since I'm at the beginning of a massive "Read all the books you always 1) wanted to read 2) thought you should read 3) heard you should read" project. The ever-growing project list is currently at 525 books. I've managed to cross sixteen off of that 525. The project began when I was out of work and had a lot of time on my hands while armed with a library card. Reading time has been scarce the last few months, will probably become scarcer still, what with this Lost project, but it's always something that I can come back too. For the meme, it's apparently the consensus that most people will only have read 6 of the 100 books.
So here's the deal. From this list, you bold the books that you've read and italicize the ones that you've not completed. I'm also adding a new category by asterisking (is that a word? If not, it should be. Websters, TAKE NOTE) the books that are part of my project, so you all can see my good intentions. I liked this list because even with the ones that I haven't read and don't own, there are a ton that are on my personal to-do list as well. And yes, I too find it kind of silly that they have the Chronicles of Narnia and The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe listed separately, but I guess that's because most people have read the one part of the series while not reading any of the others.
1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien*
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte*
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell*
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy*
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien*
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald*
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy*
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams*
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh*
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky *
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck*
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy*
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens*
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34 Emma - Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen*
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez*
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery*
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood*
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding*
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan*
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert*
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth.
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens*
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley*
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez*
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck*
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold*
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas*
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac*
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville*
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens*
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker*
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray*
80 Possession - AS Byatt*
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker*
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro*
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert*
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams*
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole*
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas*
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare*
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
So between completed and started I'm at 25 out of the 100. Not too shabby, I don't think, but it could definitely be better.
I'm working on it.
Books=Good
I just finished reading The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. I'm not going to write a book review because that's not what I do (Google The Book Thief and you can find plenty), but I just wanted to say: Read it. It was good. I made Edgar sleep with the lights on for an hour the other night so I could finish it because "Ooh, I'm just going to read one chapter" turned into "Yeah, I think I'm just going to have to finish the whole damn thing because I can't wait any longer," and that man HATES to sleep with the lights on so you know what I was risking.
My 60 year old drunk dialing uncle recommended it to me at Thanksgiving and lent me his copy and I'd been fairly distracted by it since then.
