Longing

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There is beauty in the longing.

It is the longing that will kill you.

Hello, Universe

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This is a cute book.

It showed up on a number of recommended books lists, mostly in young adult fiction. After reading Love in the Time of Cholera, I wanted a quick read, and this one was (read it in one sitting). It was also fun.

Instead of the usual trope of "boy meets girl," we have the premise of "boy wants to meet girl, is too shy to do so," which Kelly writes delightfully well. While there are moments of bullying in the book (and, yes, the scenes frustrated me, as all power abuse situations annoy me), and the ending is a bit tidy, the book is a children's book, so we can both forgive and appreciate these quirks.

The book won the 2018 Newbery Medal (perhaps another reason I added it to the reading pile), so clearly I am far far far from the only one who enjoyed this book and recommend it.

“How come so many of your stories have boys getting eaten by stuff, like rocks or crocodiles?”

“Not all of them are about boys getting eaten. Sometimes it’s girls.”
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I only pray at night, because it’s my least favorite time of day. Everything is still and dark, and I have too much time to think.
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“Do you believe in fate?” Lola sat back.

“Oh, yes,” she said. “Certainly I do.”

“So you believe things happen for a reason?”

“Ay sus. Don’t talk with your mouth full. And yes, I do. I think good things happen for a reason. And bad things, too.”

Virgil swallowed. “Why do you always bring up the bad things?”

Love in the Time of Cholera

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This book has been on my reading list for a while now. I thought it was older than it is, having been published in 1985, in English in 1988. When I think about it, I am not surprised this book is in my awareness, as it was popular when I was working in bookstores. 100 Years of Solitude is also on my list, also by Gabriel García Márquez, which goes to show you that, like The Beautiful and Damned, I keep reading the other book, instead of the one actually on my reading list.

Anyway.

This book is a love story. Sorta. It's also a book about growing old.

It is a love story that tells you that love sucks when it is an intense longing that lasts. It is a love story that tells you that love is beautiful and enduring when it is a reciprocated one that lasts. It is a love story that considers love as a disease, something to endure and recover from. So many different ways to view love.

The book was a slow read for me, which means either I was deeply invested into the characters, or the book had a lot of words (or both). Translators affect how readable a book is (the translation for Inkheart, for example, spoils the beauty of the book), which is why I'm unsure if the translation affected my reading speed also.

What I liked most about the book, however, was the flawed characters. Fiction books are made up, and in that making up, authors can create lovable if flawed characters who still Do Something Impressive™. In this book, we have Fermina Daza, the woman who fell in love with the idea of Florentino Ariza, but realizes said love is actually a fantasy. So, yes, wow, the recognition of love as a passion that often has no basis in reality, go Fermina.

Mom Visits, We Both Go Visiting

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Mom came out to Los Angeles today. Together, we went down south to visit Helen. She's looking great, smiled a lot, and was surprisingly active. It was nice to spend the day with my mom, it was nice to see Helen. The downside to the day was all the driving we had to do. Mom flew into Burbank, which is the closest airport to where I'm staying, and we drove down to Orange County. The drive was over an hour each way, but, hey, captive audience! We tooled around Orange, then drove back through traffic, spent some time in a Starbucks, walked around a bit, bought some paper things (of course!), returned the rented car, and talked a lot.

Spending time with Mom is soul-soothing. Bonus: my driving didn't make her throw up.

This Hike, With Feeling!

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Despite yesterday's hiking disaster, or maybe because of it, I still wanted to hike in the open space, forest, park at the top of the hill from where we are staying. Instead of walking up to the entrance, Jonathan offered to drive, so off we went to the top of the hill. Parking was plentiful and shady, so we felt good about this hike. So much so that, well, we foolishly went without water.

Why was that foolish when we were hiking / walking / meandering in an urban park? I mean, how lost / dehydrated / in trouble could one get when one is never alone?

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