books

one good thing about this semester is how un-guilty i feel staying in bed and reading when it is so dismal and depressing outside. i've got a nice pile of books going by the side of my bed, and i've found a few new favorites (as well as reviving some old)

one- the hunger games

wow. i've been hearing about it for a few months, but i thought i had to do with weight loss. i finally read it (and "catching fire") in two days, and i am completely hooked. i feel like a ten-year-old with harry potter again. READ IT

two- peter pan

i've always loved the story, but only knew it from the animated disney and Hook. the book was a lot darker than i'd expected, but full of wisdom. turns out neverland isn't actually that great.

three- les miserables

always has been, always will be my favorite book. victor hugo just gets it.

four- of mice and men

loved east of eden and felt guilty for not having read this. it was interesting, but i don't think having steinbeck's name on it warranted me needing to read it.

five- jane eyre

nice writing, good character development... but i'm not a big fan, sorry. mr. rochester? really?

six- vagabonding

love. full of inspiration and ways to travel and not be an annoying "tourist" who never gets off the beaten path or an annoying "traveler" who never gets on it.

to be continued...