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Blogging my reading experience, one page at a time. Click the links below to see what I've posted about the books I've already read. I'll continue adding to the list as I read. Books Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace A Beautiful Name for a Girl by Kirsten Kaschock Three Novels: Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable by Samuel Becket Pacazo by Roy Kesey Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell The Adderall Diaries by Stephen Elliott You Think That's Bad by Jim Shepard The Bigger World by Noelle Kocot The Gospel of Anarchy by Justin Taylor All Blacked Out & Nowhere to Go by Bucky Sinister Donald by Eric Martin and Stephen Elliott To A Mountain in Tibet by Colin Thubron The Finkler Question by Howard Jacobson Things Come On by Joseph Harrington The Alienist by Caleb Carr The Chronology of Water by Lidia Yuknavitch

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Infinite Jest vocab, pg. 4

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How I read IJ

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"May the days be aimless. Let the seasons drift. Do not advance the action according to a plan." White Noise by Don DeLillo

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Currently reading Dance Dance Dance by Haruki Murakami

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Motherless Brooklyn by Jonathan Lethem and watching the Women's U.S. soccer team in the World Cup game

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All I wanted to do was write, to make something, something wonderfully fake, a power made of dust and blood that I could turn on when I needed it and turn off when I'd had enough. If I could write myself away from my own life, get lost, even fucking better.

How To Keep Your Volkswagen Alive by Christopher Boucher pg. 48

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I was trying to write someone back to life--that's not an easy thing to do!

How To Keep Your Volkswagen Alive by Christopher Boucher, pg. 46

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I don't own everything about the night, but I do remember one story leading to another, and that each on created a bit more might, and that soon there was enough belief that we were holding each other differently, yessing slightly and hinting at faith. It sounds cashew to say it, given what happened that morning, but at the time it seemed right--I was retreating, she was sheltering me, we were muting the loss with the natural, mindless making of something new.

How To Keep Your Volkswagen Alive by Christopher Boucher pg. 41

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Currently reading How To Keep Your Volkswagen Alive by Christopher Boucher

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Reading Extremely Loud Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. I read this a few years ago and I still think of this as one of my favorite books. It's just as sad and beautiful as the first time.

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Re-reading The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway.

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Athens by alex.royall

"Athens has long been a place where lonely people go. A city doomed to forever impersonate itself, a city wrapped by cruel brands of road, where the thunder of traffic is a sound so constant it's like silence."

pg. 11

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Reading Everything Beautiful Began After by Simon Van Booy

Co-starring my moleskine and Lamy Safari pen

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I would rub her back and her arms and her legs and her feet. My hands could rub the wrinkles out of her skin and make her feel younger, so that she could stay alive longer. We were trying to stretch the rest of our lives out.

Us by Michael Kimball, pg. 91

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We unplugged all the clocks and anything that had a clock on it. We used our extra time awake to slow the rest of our time down. We cooked and ate and sat and talked and waited and moved and walked and we did it all slowed down. There wasn't anything else that we wanted to do but be awake and alive with each other.

Us by Michael Kimball, pg. 90

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I whispered things into her ears so that she would remember how to talk and remember me and the things that we did together. I would say that we were going for a walk when I moved her legs and I would say that we were holding hands when I held onto her hands. I would tell her that she was taking a bath in our bathtub. I would tell her that she was sitting up in a chair or looking out the window or brushing her hair.

Us by Michael Kimball, pgs. 58-59

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I told her that we had seen each other in our sleep and that she had told me to come back to her. I told her that I wanted her to come back to me too. I told her that it was almost morning and that she should wake up so that we could eat breakfast together again.

Us by Michael Kimball, pg. 50