Thank you, Saria. It is a nice thing to be reminded of - and thanks for enabling my late-night/early-morning ramblings.
I do all the things at the most ridiculous times. For instance: who has two thumbs and just did a quick (likely too quick, but whatever) warm-up and stretch routine at nearly 5 am? This girl. Because I'm a BOSS. Or I'm loopy. OR. I'm both. It's nice having options.
I think I'm disproving the no physical exertion before bed thing, because my brain is all wooooooooooo everything's fuzzy you guys!!! after a very brief surge of energy from the warming up and stretching. This is unfair because fuzzy brains are not limber brains and I want to dredge up books from my memory to make a nice, orderly list, but instead I'm just like buh. I like books they have pages.
Heh, I adored Wuthering Heights
when I read it in high school - well, except for whenever Lockwood narrated anything or the entire part with the second generation. I loved how the main characters who you'd expect to have this great romance for the ages actually had an intensely destructive monomaniac obsession with each other instead, and I reveled in watching two such fascinatingly selfish and volatile characters self-destruct and implode their world around them. The other characters were bland enough that I didn't have to feel for them and I just got to watch the main couple subvert the hell out of the whole idea of ~*passion*~ being the bestest thing ever. The second generation was just more bland people going about their business as if I cared, so I mentally edited it out, except when writing my big optional Senior AP English research paper, which I actually wrote to advocate for my reading of the book (under the flimsy guise of showing that it subverted various Romantic tropes or whatever), which I was not aware until I mentioned it to others was not the only one. Apparently, people thought that Heathcliff and Cathy actually DID have some sort of romance for the ages. I...I can't and I couldn't. What? No. The author even wrote all those boring new people to try to show you that wasn't the way! ...Thereby making it look like the only choices are boredom or death-by-toxic-obsession. Whoopsies!
I gave East of Eden
a mixed reception inside my own head. There were parts I really liked, especially pertaining to a specific character, but especially as regards that character toward the end, there were some things that I really, really didn't. Also, the author liked a certain character far more than I did. I thought this person was dull and a bit of a dick. I should have known that a book so into Cain and Abel brother dichotomies would make me uneasy, though. Sibling rivalry issues, ahoy! I want to say more things about it but I do not trust my fuzzy brain at ALL so that will have to wait.
Have you ever read any Jane Austen? I love how snarky the narrator of Pride and Prejudice
is. Also, the story and characters and such, but - snark. It does a body good.
OMG why can't I remember the other books I want to recommend and why must I also feel that all the best ones are on the tip of my tongue? I had better be able to dredge them up once I've gotten some sleep. BTW, I approve highly of your taste in books. Your post has reminded me that I really want to read Lolita
and re-read Villette
. Yes, I know, brain, you want to go do all the things while simultaneously collapsing on the computer.
Is this face asleep or dead?
It says it's sleepy but I called it dead before but now that I'm this sleepy, I get it. Sleepy sleepy sleepy. No longer looks like a word.
I swear I did not deliberately descend into madness in response to you saying you enjoy my ramblings, this is just what my brain is doing! And I maybe shouldn't admit that! Okay, going.