Speaking of books I can’t wait to put down but promised not to, this book makes the top of my list. If I hadn’t made a commitment to read it, I wouldn’t have bothered. Or, at least, gotten past the first few pages. That’s how I ended up reading the Twilight novels. Still, this isn’t a Twilight novel. This is Sigma Force 02: Map of Bones (normally when I link, it’s to Amazon so a reader can purchase the book. This time, I can’t make myself ask anyone to buy this thing except as fire starter, so a link to the main website it is).
Not everything needs to be a pun. Though, apparently, writing puns and funny jokes seems to be one of the unwritten rules of blogging. Maybe that’s because the gimmick seems to attract readers. Unfortunately, that’s not my style, save for rare, highly inappropriate and no PC moments with my brother. Also, I don’t exactly have many readers as it is, so I don’t feel the pressure. Still, there’s something to be said about puns.
But wait, that’s not really what I wanted to say. (What I want to say may end up being an angry rant, but sure, that’s okay once in a while) You know that old mathematical parable, that if you only ever take half a step forward, you’ll never get where you’re going, just infinitely closer? Yes? No. Okay, no. Here’s the thing, that’s a little what it feels like right now for me.
1984, Brave New World, Gideon's Trumpet, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Snow Angels, Stewart O'Nan, The Count of Monte Cristo, the Horse Whisperer, The Night Country, the signal and the noise, The Time Traveler's Wife
By my count (and LibraryThing) I have read 185 books in my entire life. Okay, yes. That’s not accurate. I haven’t added every book I’ve ever read. Even of those books, those are only the ones I remember. Certainly nothing I read for school. So, ever book in middle school, high school, and college. None of those are on the list.
Of course, mitigating that particular fact is the happening that I can remember certain books from middle school and high school. 1984, Brave New World, the Horse Whisperer (urg…), Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. I think I’ve just listed a book from every year of high school. Okay, then what’s the point? Well, there are always favorites, books that stand out above the rest.
This book is difficult to review for the exact reasons it necessitates reading. By and large, white United States citizens (I try to avoid calling them American’s because, well, there’s still 1.6 times more America covered that isn’t ‘American’ than is.) can’t stand thinking about race and how essential it’s existence is to the world we live in, good or bad. As it turns out, on any deeper and serious level, neither can the black community.
Cornel West, a professor at both Princeton and Harvard University, is a serious, inspired voice looking into how race plays into the society of the United States and why, even when we can’t acknowledge it, Race Matters.
I’m going to admit, that didn’t work out so well. When I first started A Journal of Impossible Things, I posted book reviews. Then, when I started working on Broken Baseball Services with my friend Andrew, I shifted the book reviews over. In hindsight, there are different groups of people attending each website, as Broken Baseball Services writes about, well, baseball. To that end, I am reinstating book reviews here, on Saturdays. That means, the reviews will appear first on BBS and then here the next day. Since I post a book review every other Friday on BBS, I will use former book reviews to fill in the gap. That means on this particular blog, there will be more book reviews, since I am posting them here weekly and biweekly on BBS. I won’t have a book review every week, as some books will take more time to read, but hopefully that will work out as I will stack pile reviews.