expectations

i suck at blogging. that's obvious.

but i'm going to make a real attempt this time. i promise.

at the border book store's counter yesterday, the girl told me this was her favorite book. i had picked it up because ill-read me recognized the title so that must mean it's been talked about, and not on oprah. but i had conflicting expectations. see, whenever someone praises a book and tells me it's the best, a classic, their favorite, like catcher in the rye, i am disappointed when i sit down to read it. and this book, the perks of being a wallflower by stephen chbosky, was not only well known, but the girl behind the counter said it was her favorite book AND it's back cover review compared to catcher. not a good sign for muah.

but i've discovered for myself a real treasure.

i haven't been able to put it down (except to fall asleep and work, cause i gots to). i'm almost halfway done, and it's perfect for a person who, in this moment of her life, is struggling with the reality of being vulnerably alive in the usually immortal summer months.

i've been working toward my 25 book limit. granted i'm cheating slightly because a lot of books have been short, but i've been legitimately interested in every one, and there's even been one i wasted time reading only about 1/5 of it before realizing i wasn't getting through it. it's not on my list.

at the moment, i've lost count of where i am in reaching 25.

... scouring bookshelf for those read recently ...

TEN! wallflowers is number 10. nice. almost half way through. in case you care what that 10 has included, shift your eyes to the right. that's not bad. the summer is the best time to read. plus i don't have classes. only moving (to manayunk!) and a second job at a cafe.

scoff at the cafe job if you wish, but it's much more than pouring coffee and i've a desire to learn to make mochas and espresso. and it's a neat, fair trade-focused cafe, environmentally aware and i might get to help event plan and market, which, as you may not know, was my area of study in college and i actually miss being a part of. so, we shall see how that goes. the occasional 6 am morning may wear on my lack of morning personality.

and in conclusion, tomorrow i head to the new city of york to walk the city streets in the day and then i get to see the musical Chicago (not the band. did that last summer), in which joey lawrence of blossom fame ... apparently makes his broadway debut. hmmm. let's hope it's not another of broadway's marketing attempts (anyone see reality show that allowed america to vote for the actors to play Danny and Sandy in a broadway production of grease? come on, we choose g.w. what made them think we could choose broadway performers. oh, that's right, maybe because we know more about rosie vs. the view than, you know, the actual war. hmmm).

anyways, i should have some stillframes to share of the big apple. keep your peepers on the lookout.