Couldn't resist this old hardcover Vonnegut from the secondhand bookstore!
"Kurt Vonnegut takes you back one million years. To AD 1986 - and the beginning of the human race."
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Couldn't resist this old hardcover Vonnegut from the secondhand bookstore!
"Kurt Vonnegut takes you back one million years. To AD 1986 - and the beginning of the human race."
"Deer have been an essential part of human life for millennia. In the twenty-first century, our relationship is still intimate, yet full of contradictions: we hunt and protect them, we cull them from suburbs while mythologizing them as icons of the wilderness, we see them both ad victims and as pests.
Erika Howsare turns to ecology, poetry, pop culture, and anthropology as she delves into the historical roots of these tangled attitudes and examine how they play out in the present. She observes scientists capturing and collating fans, hunters showing off their trophies, a museum interpreter teaching American history while tanning a deer hide, and animal-control officer collecting deer carcasses, and a woman bottle-raising orphaned fawns in her backyard."
I personally don't read a lot of nonfiction, but the book has a nice flow, as the author incorporates both her research and personal anecdotes. However, some of her thoughts and questions are reiterated over and over again. She has collected the experiences of hunters, nonhunters, and anti-hunters for a broad-spectrum look at a species that we've affected and that was and is revered by us humans.
This book left me with the thought: conservation is a good thing, right? However, human intervention is usually damaging to nature. So is conservation, in the form of human intervention, inherently a bad thing? Hmmm...
8.5/10
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"Ten-year old Comfort Snowberger has attended 247 funerals. But that's not surprising, considering that her family runs the town funeral home. And even though Great-uncle Edisto keeled over with a heart attack and Great-great-aunt Florentine dropped dead - just like that - six months later, Comfort knows how to deal with loss, or so she thinks. She's more concerned with avoiding her crazy cousin Peach and trying to figure out why her best friend, Declaration, suddenly won't talk to her. Life is full of surprises. And the biggest one of all is learning what it takes to handle them."
I remember reading this book when I was about ten, and it came to mind this year when my fiancé lost his three geriatric pets, all within two-three months of each other. When I delved back into the book, I was reading it again like it had just been yesterday. For a middle grade book about death, the author could not have tackled the subject matter any better. Oozing with Southern charm, reading it made me feel warm and fuzzy with Comfort and her family in Snapfinger, Mississippi (go ahead, just say that out loud with a spicy Southern accent). Here's one of my favorite analogies Comfort used to describe climbing to the top of a hill:
Comfort is just a sweet little bean and you can't help but want to hug her. Peppered in between the chapters are Comfort's submissions to the local newspaper: her "life notices" (obituaries), "tips for first-rate funeral behavior," and "fantastic (and fun) funeral" recipes. I laughed out loud, and I bawled my eyes out -- hallmarks of a fantastic book, in my humble opinion. Reading it again at 29, I realized that this book helped to form me in my formative years. Unwavering praise for Deborah Wiles.
115/10
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i’ve been staring at this gif of the rock rolling his eyes for like 5 minutes
it’s such a perfect eyeroll. like it’s not sloppy or anything. his eyes make a perfect half rotation followed by a quick look of ‘whatever’ in one smooth motion.
and the look directed at the camera right after.
so much sarcasm. so much sassiness. 10/10.
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