Newishness (original) (raw)
July 17 2004, 01:07
Listens: Silver Phallus--"Phallic Shaped Toes"
Don't worry fellers, I read as much as I breathe and I bath...Well never mind how much I bath!
Well I think that sometimes age matters when a person picks up a book to read. I think it matters to me about half the time but there are times when I really surprise myself.
I had forgotten most of my childrens books and so I spent most of Friday morning in the library sitting in the beanbag seat and going through so many old books.
Nostalgia up the yin...
But I'm not very old either, I'm nearing sixteen already actually. Around the age where I feel the need to go against everything and find individuality but feel an urge to fit in...
But there was this book I finished moments before that mad me rush around the net to find some place to talk about it. It was lucky I found a strange place with the same bathreading interest I liked and was still alive!
Well enough with my chatter.
The book is a teen book called "Wasteland" by author Francesca Lia Block.
The books surface theme was love, but don't worry, it's not overly mushy love.
There's alot of strange realization in this book and the style is unique, like journal entries but it switches back and forth. To me, the characters seem full but then empty because you don't know alot. You just know what you need to.
The love is an odd love. Not just between two people but a love hexagon it seems. The love is different and shocking and when I finished the book, I felt such a strange emptiness. Not so much longing for love or anything of the sort, more like longing for the tears that refused to come. And I usually do cry when reading sad stories, which this was by the way.
This book also made me realize that love doesn't have to be between two people, and I'm not just talking sibling love either. It makes me understand that sometiomes you can love any person or thing. And I do mean ANY.
Ms. Block doesn't use very sophisticated vocabulary but her emotions show through even in the simpliest articles. I think she has fanastic imagery in this particular book though.
"When you were a baby I sat very still to hold you. I could see veins through your skin like a map to inside you. I stopped breathing so you wouldn't"
I'm not sure if I'm making sense but I really love this writer. It's like she lived such a unique life and walks to such a strange beat but somehow still remain...Not normal but something. I don't know.
I also read another book by her when I was younger, something called. "I was a Teenage Fairy" It was so traumatizing for me back then. I was depressed for weeks.
So that finishes off what I have to say about "Wasteland" and I'm sure I'll finish a book by tommorow.
Cha!
-Hil(I did not bath while reading this book sadly)ani