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68. Statisticity by Yaron Glazer What first strikes me about this book is the beauty and ease of its presentation. I don't usually read e-books. This time, I received the e-book from the author for review. I never expected to say this about a digital book, but it is a work of art. It has "pages" that turn forward and back with the click of an arrow on either side. Each page contains only the amount of prose that comfortably fills the screen and not an iota more (I read on a laptop, so I can't speak for tablets or e-readers). The best part of the setup, though, integrates well with the content of the novel. The story is set in a dystopian future China and uses both futuristic and Mandarin-derived terms that would be unfamiliar to the modern reader. Although many of the terms can be deciphered from context, especially for the habitual science fiction reader, readers of Statisticity don't have to suffer through the disorientation that led me to put down novels

66. Wild by Cheryl Strayed After I finished Wild , I had a profound desire to go and buy Adrienne Rich's The Dream of a Common Language. It is the one book that Strayed does not burn for fuel during her months-long hike on the Pacific Crest trail. She doesn't even need to read it so much as finger its pages, dreaming of what she already knows is inside. Wild is not a perfect book. It is very much in Elizabeth Gilbert's vein of done rather than perfect. Strayed's lyricism and authenticity is shown to its best advantage not in her memoir, but in the columns she wrote as Dear Sugar printed in Tiny Beautiful Things , which was my favorite of the two books. Yet, while I was reading Tiny Beautiful Things , which I bought because I already knew I liked the Dear Sugar columns, I decided to finally read Wild as well. I meant to read it when it came out, and then I meant to read it when the movie came out, and then I read so many negative reviews about how whiny the book w

 Elizabeth Gilbert's  Big Magic came out this year, and fit with my slew of reading books about writing. Once I had finished, I knew I could no longer put off her bestseller:  Eat, Pray, Love. I bought Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed at the same time because I enjoyed the Dear Sugar columns (the book is a collection of the columns, originally published online ),  and after that, I finally had to read her memoir, Wild . Gilbert and Strayed both discuss writing and life and spiritual awakening, and though their perspectives differ, they are similarly inspirational. Reviews to come. 64. Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert 65. Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed 66. Wild by Cheryl Strayed 67. Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert

1. I've finally gone over to the dark side: my parents got me an ereader for Hanukkah. At this point I've been tempted for a while, and between all the free classics available in eformat and so many books for review that are only available in eformat, I couldn't resist. I always thought I would get a Nook, since I used to work at B&N, but Kindle won out for reasons, and my main objection, that they used to not accept any formats but their own, has since changed. So far, I've managed to get it set up and "purchased" a free copy of Under the Lilacs ; regular use has yet to commence. 2. To my everlasting relief, I managed to get my library card renewed after all . I went back to the library and talked to a different librarian, who was perfectly happy to renew my card using my work ID that proves I still work in the county. Crisis resolved! 3. Per the last two items, once I figure out how to borrow ebooks from the library, THERE WILL BE NO STOPPING ME! MUA

Happy Top Ten Tuesday over at the Broke and the Bookish! I couldn't choose just ten, so I chose fifteen of my favorite reads this year. Each of these books changed my way of thinking this year and continues to linger in my thoughts. Many carried over from my list halfway through the year , and some I read in the past couple months. 1. Kindred by Octavia Butler 2. Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg 3. The Writing Life by Annie Dillard 4. Bitterblue by Kristin Cashore 5. Dispatch from the Future by Leigh Stein 6. The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo 7. The Prisoner of Heaven by Carlos Ruiz Zafon 8. The Bondwoman's Narrative by Hannah Crafts 9. Every Last One by Anna Quindlen 10. Brave New Girls Ed. Mary Fan and Paige Daniels 11. The Wise Man's Fear by Patrick Rothfuss 12. Cinder by Marissa Meyer 13. The Creation of Eve by Lynn Cullen 14. All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr 15. I Cap

1. All the books with Queen Elizabeth I on the cover made it into the keep pile. 2. Almost all of the philosophy went into the discard pile, with the exception of Wilde's Soul of Man Under Socialism. 3. 41 books I have never read made it into the keep pile, although Ms. Kondo advises that unread books will continue to go unread. The truth is, I have picked up and read (and loved) books after having them for years, so I'm not ready to give up those that still bring me joy. 4. I have now given away every book from my course on eighteenth century British literature except Belinda by Maria Edgeworth. Although I got rid of a few books recently, Pamela and Moll Flanders were flung out the second the class was over. I don't know why, but while I love sixteenth, seventeenth, and nineteenth century British literature, the eighteenth gives me the heebie jeebies for the most part (or just makes me yawn). 5. Books that were given to me by people who are no longer in my l

I won! I'm a winner! I wrote 50,364 words in 30 days...actually, in 28 days. It's been incredible to learn, to prove to myself, that I can do this. I can write 4,000 or 5,000 words in a single day even, if I have the time. This is not to say that what I wrote was good. It's an Anne Lamott-esque draft , as I mentioned before . But, as Elizabeth Gilbert says, better to be done than perfect. Not that I'm done. After I won NaNoWriMo, I read Gilbert's Big Magic and I'm now almost done with Cheryl Strayed's Tiny Beautiful Things . These books offer such different pictures of being a writer and yet they jibe in a way that makes sense. I am not done. The novel I began on November 1 is not finished. It's not a novel that is meant to see the light of day, but it is meant to be finished. I set a goal to finish 75,000 words by Dec. 14th. Right now, I don't know if I will meet it. My draft currently sits at around 60,000 words. but no matter what happens...6