From Twitter 09-26-2010

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Reading and EVERYTHING ELSE

Mondays for me are a bit insane.

For a start, I’ve gotten back into the habit of being up at 4 AM to write. Or, rather, my alarm goes off at 4 AM and my mission is to stagger to the kitchen, make a pot of tea, and wake up enough that I can write from 5-7 AM, after which I goof off on the Internet until I realize that I have to put trousers on and go rock my dayjob until 5 PM.

Glamorous, I know.

Add to it that I’m taking a Monday night class right now and my day is kind of a downtime-free blur, and while today was a special case in that I squeaked out of my dayjob early to handle some other business, I’m still a little short on what the kids call “time to read.”

Even so, I’ve made it through Part 1 of The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

Opinions here in Camp Dimlight are mixed. I like epistolary novels in general, and I think (based on my own high school experiences) that the things the protagonist encounters are realistic. Stephen Chbosky had me when he started doling out Smiths references and The Great Gatsby.

What I’m not digging is that the protagonist’s autism is, at least at this point, not reading well. The narrator feels three to five years younger than he’s meant to be. I’m digging my heels in a fair bit on that point.

The other thing I’m not loving about Chbosky’s choices is that, unlike Salinger, there are moments that feel didactic and cause-y here, and that’s making me want to read his book less. I’m still hoping to finish it tonight or tomorrow, but the jury is absolutely out at this point.

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The jury does, however, love this so much that I’d like to memorize it:

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