Literature

I do believe that one of the best feelings in the world is discovering that you are no longer required to attend Summer School, even if the "semester" wasn't all that horrible to begin with. It's pretty damn great.

Wanna know what's better than that? Finishing Things Fall Apart. My suspicions about that book were correct - I knew what would happen before it all happened (sort of) and, as I also rightly predicted, it sucked balls from beginning to end. What the hell was Chinua thinking?

And I still have other things I have to read. No, I don't have to read Deathly Hallows again, especially because I've got a good number of books that still need to be read, but I can't really help it; recently, I've been hit with the full strength of the Harry Potter love - you know, the one you got when you first started the series.

It's like that. And I ain't gonna fight it. I'm not stupid - that stuff's like liquid luck.

And after that? Sherlock Holmes, TECHNOLOGICA-FIED. Yay, e-books! And after that? Books being pressed into my hands by my relatives. From the aunt - Teatro Chicana, a memoir about a Mexican theatre troupe (I think). From the uncle/cousin - The Bible, both testaments. Also from the aforementioned dude, The Book of the Martyrs, a history of the Christian Martyrs from Biblical until modern times.

I'm not too keen on the last two, truth be told. Small print, in Spanish, and ... yeah. You know. The subject matter isn't something I'm too excited about. If it weren't for the fact that FREAKING EVERYTHING alludes to the Bible, I don't think I'd actually consider reading it, but seeing as how EVERY WRITER IN THE HISTORY OF THE PLANET found the need to allude and allude and allude ...

JESU-CHRISTO, DIOS MIO.