October 28, 2008

October 17, 2008

dear diary

i'm sorry but this book was an utter waste of time. i picked it up because i had read a review saying that it was really great & i wanted a nice, light read (as opposed to what i used to read during my year & a half as an english major). maybe it's because of my background as an ex-english major but i couldn't believe that dear diary was actually published. it was like a skeleton of a novel, a rough draft. there was so much missing. if only arfin had taken the time to flesh out her characters and had taken the time delve into the more emotional aspects of her story, which i'm positive there were even if i didn't read them, the book might have been just what i was looking for: a nice, light read. it's such a pity that it wasn't a better book because throughout the book i really related to arfin, i kept comparing myself to arfin. her life story from "popular girl" to "loser" in middle school to a "druggie" in high school is so incrdibly close to my own story, only difference is that i kicked my most damaging addictions my first year out of high school, i never went down the heroin path & i'm not sure i fell quite as far as she did. another difference between her & i is that if my book was as boring and sparsely written as hers i probably wouldn't have bothered publishing it.

a misspent life

(the selby)
you know the drill: click the pic to make it big & beautiful.

October 9, 2008

the misanthrope

"Not so. I cannot bear so base a method which your fashionable people generally affect; there is nothing I detest so much as the contortions of these great time-and-lip servers, these affable dispensers of meaningless embraces, these obliging utterers of empty words, who view every one in civilities, and treat the man of worth and the fop alike. What good does it do if a man heaps endearments on you, vows that he is your friend, that he believes in you, is full of zeal for you, esteems and loves you, and lauds you to the skies, when he rushes to do the same to the first rapscallion he meets? No, no, no heart with the least self-respect cares for esteem so prostituted; he will hardly relish it, even when openly expressed, when he finds that he shares it with the whole universe. Preference must be based on esteem, and to esteem every one is to esteem no one. Since you abandon yourself to the vices of the times, zounds! you are not the man for me. I decline this over-complaisant kindness, which uses no discrimination. I like to be distinguished; and, to cut the matter short, the friend of all mankind is no friend of mine."
- moliere's the misanthrope 1666