5 Books and an Apology

I"M SORRY, OKAY! I'm sorry, fictional people who read my blog. I've been showered with comments lately. I know you've all been wondering where I am. I know that your lives have been incomplete for the past nine days.

But I've been busy. I'm in the middle of midterms, plus I had a group project for AP History (which basically means a really big project for me to do myself, 'cause I'm cool like that). I've also been slacking on reading a little bit. I am no longer averaging a book a day! I've only read 5 books since I last wrote.

"Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!" by Richard P. Feynman 1/18/2010
Saint Joan by George Bernard Shaw 1/19/2010
Migraines and Other Headaches by William B. Young 1/20/2010
Man Search for Meaning by Viktor E. Frankl 1/21/2010
The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells 1/24/2010

I still have to study for my Chemistry midterm, so these blurbs are going to be a bit short (SORRY, fictional people. I said sorry!)

Feynman's was definitely the best. It was basically a collection of autobiographical stories about Richard P. Feynman, who won the Nobel prize for physics. It was interesting. He was quirky, and a genius, and generally pretty awesome. The book made me want to do something with my life, so I can write a cool autobiography. In addition to being clever, the book was just freaking funny. Smart-funny. Anyway, great book.

I reread Saint Joan to study for the midterm. I've already read it twice. It's not a play that gets better with time. I was pretty bored. So bored, in fact, that I'm, not going to write anymore about it.

The Migraines book was interesting-ish. It was basically a diagnostic manual. It presented the types of headaches, different treatments, and different symptoms clearly and simply, but it's hard to make a 200 page books about headaches terribly interesting. I did learn that I have migraines/tension headaches/trigeminal neuralgia. Basically, I just need to relax. Woot.

People in hospitals kept telling me to read Man's Search for Meaning, but I never got around to it. The first half, which recounted Frankl's experience in Auschwitz, was interesting. It mixed his philosophy and his story. The second half was less than interesting. He basically outlined what his whole psychology philosophy was, but I already knew from the first half of the book.

Ya-Yas was excellent. It was funny, and quaint, and made me want to make more friends so that we can grow old together and be cute/cool little grannies. I liked that it was an adult fiction novel that didn't just focus on divorce, or sex, or female-empowerment. I usually have very little patience for books aimed at middle-aged women. This one, however, was very good. It kept my attention, and the characters were developed really well.

I have a few books on my list right now. I walked to the library after school. After Chem tomorrow, I plan on reading all afternoon.

And btw, today was a good day :)