1)Perdido Street Station by China Mieville -
I started reading this book earlier in the year, and still haven't finished it. At 710 pages, it's a long book, and it's also the strangest books I have ever read, and I have read quite a few off-beat books in my time. It's descriptive language and detail is entrancing, and I would recommend it to anyone who likes.. well.. I actually don't know. The basic plot (It's SUUPER complex) is that a scientist gets a hold of a caterpillar that turns into a dream-eating moth. Not to mention a bird-man who lost his wings, a bug-headed woman who makes sculptures with spit, and the menagerie of broken appliances that can think as one being. This book is all of my dreams, good or bad, wrapped into a beautifully-written novel.
2)Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman
First of all, Neil Gaiman is my favorite author. Ever. He is super smart about mythology, particularly my favorite and specialty, Norse Mythology, and his writing is so good I can never put down his books. Second, I absolutely adore Terry Pratchett, and as you can tell I need my dose fiction after a year of assigned reading. With two amazing authors writing one book I just know it's going to be amazing, so why not read it?
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
My Whacked-Out Dreamfest
SO, once I had a dream. It was nutty, but there was definitely a sense of foreboding, so I'm going to give you the long version.
I was going to the Circus with my mother, and we thought it was perfectly natural that the giant circus was run by ugly, lumpy trolls, some of which were having a clothing sale because all the girl trolls didn't fit into their ice-skating uniforms anymore. After a night of fun I went back the next day with my friends Keely, Sam, and some other person I didn't know, and we went to see the exhibit of the giant man-eating giraffe (If any of you have read Un Lun Dun, you know what I mean), which had it's own mountain as part of the exhibit. When a giant giraffe's head slowly rose up from behind the mountain, me and my friends snuck around the back to get a better look, and we found out that the giraffe head was FAKE! The troll King and Queen were so outraged that we had found their secret that they were going to make Me and Sam the next King and Queen of troll, and if we didn't stop the magic spell by midnight, we would be fated to a life of lumpy, greenish faces. We ran to Lincoln Elementary while the troll queen chased us (She now looked surprisingly like Angelica Huston and had on orange monkey like Mrs.Coulter) up the stairs and into Angela's room, where Sam jumped behind a secret door and I leaped into the firepit that conveniently appeared in the middle of the floor. Keely and the other person grabbed some huge bags of white flour as Sam jumped back out of the trap door in a scuba-suit and Keely and the person dumped the flour on our heads. We could hear Angelica Huston-Troll Queen-Mrs.Coulter scream as the whole room started spinning and then all of the sudden I was back at the sight of the circus, but the tent and the trolls and the giraffe were nowhere to be found. Then I woke up. The End.
I was going to the Circus with my mother, and we thought it was perfectly natural that the giant circus was run by ugly, lumpy trolls, some of which were having a clothing sale because all the girl trolls didn't fit into their ice-skating uniforms anymore. After a night of fun I went back the next day with my friends Keely, Sam, and some other person I didn't know, and we went to see the exhibit of the giant man-eating giraffe (If any of you have read Un Lun Dun, you know what I mean), which had it's own mountain as part of the exhibit. When a giant giraffe's head slowly rose up from behind the mountain, me and my friends snuck around the back to get a better look, and we found out that the giraffe head was FAKE! The troll King and Queen were so outraged that we had found their secret that they were going to make Me and Sam the next King and Queen of troll, and if we didn't stop the magic spell by midnight, we would be fated to a life of lumpy, greenish faces. We ran to Lincoln Elementary while the troll queen chased us (She now looked surprisingly like Angelica Huston and had on orange monkey like Mrs.Coulter) up the stairs and into Angela's room, where Sam jumped behind a secret door and I leaped into the firepit that conveniently appeared in the middle of the floor. Keely and the other person grabbed some huge bags of white flour as Sam jumped back out of the trap door in a scuba-suit and Keely and the person dumped the flour on our heads. We could hear Angelica Huston-Troll Queen-Mrs.Coulter scream as the whole room started spinning and then all of the sudden I was back at the sight of the circus, but the tent and the trolls and the giraffe were nowhere to be found. Then I woke up. The End.
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