Another bunch of books.

You’ve all been waiting for it, and it’s finally here. Another batch of four books that I will recommend to you, this time with pictures that aren’t entirely unrelated, oh no, quite the opposite.

Here we go, ladies and gents;

 

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell.

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell – A big, black book written by Susanna Clarke. This is a book I’ve tried to convince a good few of my friends to read, quite a few times. I’ve even bought it for some of them, but they just don’t get into it. Maybe it’s because it looks rather dark and ominous, quite an intimidating book. Judging by the cover it appears to be a troublesome an long read. In all honesty I haven’t met a single swede who have actually read this book, and it’s not very well-known here. But it is certainly a very nice read. Long, yes, but enjoyable all the way. When most people say magic nowadays, we think of fireballs and great, flashing lights. Or Harry Potter. This book is very much magic, and very much english, but it’s nothing like the more famous boy-who-lived, the magic is portrayed in a very realistic way, so to speak. I know magic doesn’t exist and thus can’t be realistic, but the thing is that it’s not flashy, and it’s not fancy, it’s just very believeable, and the whole book just smells like good old, english common sense.
Listen, it might be hard to chew throught the first bunch of pages, but once you get into this book you’ll fall in love with it. It’s been a while since I read it now, so I wont be going speaking much about the story in general, but that’s what you’ll have to find yourself. And it’s so worth it.

 

 

The Sunset Limited.

The Sunset limited – This book by Cormac McCarthy is not your regular book. In fact, it’s not really a book in the literal sense, it’s a play, which means that you’ll be reading the speech of the characters. This play has two characters.
Now, I haven’t seen this play with my very own eyes, I have only read the manuscript. But the thing is that though the text might seem meager, being only speech, it’s really not. You get to focus on the actual conversation between Black and White, and they get so much character just through their way of speech, their opinions and choice of words, or silence.
Before the play/novel actually starts, Black saves White from jumping onto the tracks of the Sunset Limited. The Sunset Limited is a train. The entire novel then plays out at Black’s place where they discuss their various views on life and White’s attempted suicide. For those of you who want something less texty, read it. And all the rest of you; Read it too. How you manage to get to know the characters so well without actors actually playing them in front of you, it’s quite amazing.

 

 

Night Watch.

Night Watch – Yes, Terry Pratchett again. One of his books was in the last bunch, and I’ll be damn if one isn’t in the next. The fact that I have read two of his books and that those happen to be two of my favorite books of all time seems promising for the third, which is standing in my bookshelf, just waiting to be picked.
Anyhow, Night Watch, in this book, Sir Samuel Vimes, gets caught in a temporal anomaly. This happens while he’s chasing Carcer, a cold-blooded killer, with brains, on the 30th anniversary of the revolution on the twenty-fifth of May. This sends him back 30 years in time (And so in time for the actual revolution) which he took part of as a boy in the night watch of Ankh-Morpork. Though this time he will take the role of his former mentor, John Keels, who in the original timeline died during the revolution, and go through it one more time, and- It is all very hard to explain since this kind of stuff only makes sense in a Discworld novel.  But it is not only funny, it is also touching and exciting and rather epic, actually. It’s a great read.

 

Shutter Island

Shutter Island (Patient 67) – Alright, I must warn you to read about this book on wikipedia if you haven’t read it yet, as it ruins a great part of the puzzle, so to speak, but if you don’t plan to read it, have already seen the movie, or simply don’t care, go ahead.
This book was written by Dennis Lehane and first published back in April in 2003. I actually had this book in my shelf for several years before starting to read it (Which I did just recently), and I must admit I wasn’t too tempted to until I came across it at my local bookstore. I’d been planning to watch the movie, Shutter Island, but never got around to, and then I just idly browse throught the titles at the store I see a book called “Shutter Island”. And I also see that the author seems familiar. The thing is that the swedish translation of the book wasn’t called Shutter Island, it was called Patient 67, so I never realized the two were one and the same until I found the book at the store and read that the “original swedish title” was, in fact, Patient 67.
So I grabbed it straight after finishing Night Watch.
The book itself isn’t actually all that good I think, not all the way through, and before you begin to suspect what is actually going on, it gets a bit boring, and not a lot of things happen during the first half of the book. Once you get through those 50% though, it gets exciting. You still need the previous 50% for it to make sense though, and the closer you get to the end the better it gets, until you’re actually kind of, well, what can you say. It makes so much sense, yet you didn’t suspect it until very close to the end, at least not seriously, I know I didn’t.

Well, I wont spoil it for you, and I’m all done here, so I shall be going to do something else, perhaps sleep, perhaps not. More books will come as I remember them, or read them, so stay tuned.

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My breakfast consisted of;

Well, this is another of these posts I said I wouldn’t do much, consisting mostly of me and my life and whatever’s going on.

And my breakfast consisted of sandwiches if you really wanted to know, with cheese and cucumber.

I’m sitting in my room with Kira to my right, giggling at something on youtube, I just got out of the shower, I have a big, new bed and Kira’s sleeping in my old bed, I also have a big black shelf with doors that open when you press them and a new bedside table. Kira and I spent most of the day yesterday building those new pieces of delicious Ikea furniture and making moussaka. Today we’re going out of town to another town to eat sushi! Nomnomnom!

Anyways, I’m not going to bore you for long, the weather’s rainy and stuff.

This is a Kira! I know, she seems to be really bored with me!

And now on to something else, I finally bugged Harold into getting a wordpress blog; Today in the Past. Regrettably for some it’s still in swedish but those of you who actually speak swedish, or like to pretend, you’ve got the link right up there.

A Bunch of Books.

While I’m not a big fan of traditional fantasy with elves, dwarves and dragons in litterature (or perhaps I’ve just not found a book within the genre that I really like, yet) I do like fiction, and amazing stories based on true events, of course. I thought I would share some of them with you so that you can read them yourselves, I have a neat little pile of them on my lap and their backs are mainly black, green or brown, with white or golded titles. And they’re piling up so that I can hardly see my computer screen, much less my keyboard.

Anyways, I suppose we should get on with it?

The Meaning of Night (Mörkrets Väg) – When Michael Cox got cancer that threatened his vision he decided to finally write this book he had been planning for more thant 30 years, in January 2005 he became a millionaire as his book was auctioned between english publishing houses. This does not surprise me, The Meaning of Night is a great book, they say it’s like Dickens, but more of a punch. I bought this book in swedish while I was spending a few, I think it was two, weeks on Gotland, and while I had a lot to do the entire time, I couldn’t stop reading this book. The first sentence of the whole thing is; “After killing the red-haired man, I took myself off to Quinn’s for an oyster supper.”
The fact that this book takes place during the 1850’s is obvious, and all the places in the book, more or less, are actual businesses and pubs in London during this time. To keep it short, this book is about a man who found out a great truth, had it stolen from him, and fights to take it all back. It trapped my nose completely by the pages.

This is a totally unrelated photo of my friend Madeleine taken by me, for the moment I shall call it intermission. Since it's totally unrelated and just here to keep your attention.

Reaper Man – Terry Pratchett, wrote this book. Terry Pratchett wrote a great book.
I actually don’t know the swedish title of this book, as I first came across it in english class in school. I don’t remember why I was supposed to read it, but I did, and school has actually brought me many good books I keep in my bookshelf today, well, after going to buy them. It proved to be great, it’s exciting and funny, and I have since bought another one of Terry Pratchett’s books, called Lords and Ladies, which I got for christmas and have yet to read. I believe it is a Discworld novel, just like Reaper Man. The Discworld, for those who don’t know, is a flat world balanced on the back of four elephants, which in turn stand on the back of a giant turtle.
It’s comedy fantasy I suppose. I don’t really think I need to tell you much about this book, except;
What would happen if Death, the Grim Reaper, took vacation?

Crime and Punishment (Brott och Straff) – Fyodor Dostoyevsky. I have actually not met that many others who like this book, even less so people my age, but once again, it was brought to me by school, and I happened to like it. During the time I read this book we were in the middle of setting up a play for school, called “Glasblåsarns Barn” or “The Glassblower’s Children”, for those of you familiar with this story, I was playing the Lord in our little play, which is really beyond the point. The point is, that as soon as I weren’t on stage I was reading this book, standing behind the stage. Of course my fellow actresses thought I wasn’t paying attention, but I very much were, since I apparently have the talent of reading something and paying attention at the same time. I wasn’t late out on stage a single time, but put my bookmark in and put the book aside, and went out into the lights to do what I was supposed to.
Anyways, going back to the book; In Crime and Punishment we get to follow Rodion Raskolnikov, a poor student who owes some people some money and lives in a shoe-box of an apartment. One day, however he decides to kill a pawnbroker, and then…?

This is mine, at the moment of snapping this photo a string was missing. Artsy intermission!

The Book Thief (Boktjuven) – Markus Zusak lives in Sydney, and grew up around stories from World War 2, and he knew from the beginning that this was a story he wanted to write. I only recently read this book, and I loved it. We may read books like Anne Frank’s Diary, and other stories from the death camps, but The Book Thief brings us a story where not all germans are brainwashed by Hitler’s rabid shouting, and has us meet children and adults not following the rules, hiding jews and of course, specific for the little girl called Liesel; stealing books.
It’s very poetic, and very beautiful, and I was up until 4:30 am finishing the last of the book (And then I couldn’t sleep intol 6 am, but that’s not relevant), and the night before that I was up to roughly the same time and couldn’t put the book down. I needed to know what happened. I warmly recommend this book to anyone, even if you think school has educated you enough on World War 2 and the holocaust, this book will bring you to a new, poetic, sordid, happy and beautiful story. (I actually retold most of the book to my mother and said that if I had the chance to make a film, or a play, I would definately pick this story. Only to see that it’s already being made into a film though! Which is great and bad!

I have four more books I thought I’d share with you, but maybe I should save them for another time? You’re already a champ for having the attention span to read this far, so I suppose you should either tell me how much you want to know the titles of the other four books, or simply wait for a post titled supposedly; “Another bunch of books.”

Have fun anyhow, have a great time reading, or share your thoughts if you already did!
Or recommend me some of your favourite reads!

Word count: 434

Okay, so it’s been a while since I’ve said anything, I know it’s off to a bad start but I think there’s about two people reading this blog, and one of them is me. Maybe I’m being a little too ambitious with writing this blog in english and so on, but what the heck, I’ve already started and might as well go on.

I was taking a walk with Harold yesterday but when I came home my internet connection had combusted spontaneously.

This is Harold, for those of you who simply don't know, and believe that she's really good at poker and interested in military history because of that other picture. I don't know though, maybe she is really good at poker.

Anyhow, we take a lot of walks, and sometimes we go into deep discussions about things that are bigger than ourselves, and when I got home after our little promenade I had a lot of thinking spinning around inside my head. I didn’t however, think about writing a post offline and publishing it today, so there’s none of the mysteries of the universe left over for you guys.

For those insanely curious we talked about, I think we started with religion and headed onto confirmation (which is also under the category religion, yes), then we dived into the paranormal, auras and spirits and what not, and onto how our childhood and how we’re raised make us the people who we are, in different ways, and went on with some more psychology with a spray of abandoned buildings.

For those who still hasn’t had their curiosity somewhat sated, I’m an atheist and passively do not believe in God, and neither do I believe in the paranormal, auras or spirits. Sure, it might have been exciting if they did exist, but I just don’t think they do, and it might take some real heavy, undeniable evidence to convince me. I do like horror movies and paranormal-influenced roleplays. It’s fun.

Oh, and mustaches.

Only on me though.

My mom claims that I am special.

You however, can add me on twitter. And check out my gallery.

And if you are swedish, or speak swedish, or just like to look at the pictures, you can look at Harold’s blog. If you’re curious, Harold is the other person who reads my blog, you know, the one who isn’t me.

I however, will get dressed and get over to the employment office, because since I’m out of school, this summer is not summer holidays; I’m just being unemployed!