Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Ready Player One (Pre-Review)

My husband and I had a few gift cards to Borders still lying around and with the closing of the store, we went online to redeem them before the site shut down, too. Ready Player One by Ernest Cline was the first snag. We had heard interviews and book praises on a few podcasts and we knew it would be one we couldn't pass up.

I started reading it last night. I am currently somewhere inside Level 0002, which is either Chapter 2 or Chapter 3, depending on your preference of the count (do you consider Level 0000 a chapter, Mr. Cline?). I love it. I know the book hasn't gotten into the meat of the story, but I still love it. Mr. Cline creates a world to which we can all relate, geeks, gamers, 'normals', everyone.

I won't say much more than this: The podcasts and interviews did not push this book's greatness enough. I am not finished with it yet, but I am still recommending it to everyone. Go, buy it now, and read along with me.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Ten Years

Where were you?

It is a simple question, three little words. Profound in their meaning. No one really needs to ask about the implied time; everyone in the US knows the question references September 11, 2001.

I have always brushed it off, never really feeling that I had a right to answer the question. The few times that I did answer, I felt selfish, as if I were trying to take a part of that day for myself. It took awhile for me to stop feeling like a bystander at a car wreck and realize that, as Americans, that little question was a way to bring people together. We are a nation of people, bystanders and victims, but a country united as one entity. We are the United States of America and the attack was not just one city, not just one state, but across the country. Our country, as a whole, was the victim. Just as every citizen has the right to ask this question, every person has the right to answer, to claim a part of that day.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Dresden Files: Ghost Story *SPOILERS*

I finished Ghost Story, the latest installment of Jim Butcher's Dresden Files, Wednesday night. While it took me a while to get to it and crack it open, it only took four days of on-and-off reading between work and school to finish it. It even had me so engrossed that I got very little sleep the closer I got to the end - I turned the final page well after midnight that last night!

Before I delve into my thoughts and what I took away from the book, let me warn you now:
There be spoilers ahead!

And by spoilers, I mean nearly the entire damn book.

A quick aside: the following is a combination of my process of thoughts as I read and a review of the book. Any English instructor I have ever had would, and probably should, cringe and cry at the "review" presented.