So, funny thing happened to me on Wednesday; funny, you know, in a scary-as-shit kind of a way. So I was walking into work, minding my own business with my hands full of yummy pepperjack tomato soup intended for Archives room B-21's tomato soup party (excuse us for doing anything possible to lighten the somber tones of the effing basement of the Irvis Office Building), and I came across this woman. We did the whole move back and forth thing to get out of each other's way...but I soon realized that she was moving to stay in my way. When I said excuse me (as nicely as possible, btw), she leaned over and tried to like head-butt me. Needless to say, I ran like a little girl, all the while trying not to make it too obvious that I was scared shitless. Yeah, so now I'm all nervous and stuff walking through the city alone. Hopefully it'll wear off by Monday...but it was just so weird. I mean seriously, gotta love the "city" of Harrisburg. "All-America City" my ass.
On a totally different note, as the summer's winding down (3 more weeks until school starts...INSANITY!!!), I've been looking back over my reading this summer. I started out trying to be a good little history student and read some history books, mostly focusing on York history, especially the race riots in 1968 and 1969, which have become peculiarly interesting to me lately. But I gave up as lovely literature started calling my name. I "do" history all day, research, reading, etc. Atonement was awesome. I read it before I saw the movie...adored the book, not so much for the movie. I completely changed gears away from "literature" and read The Other Boleyn Girl, again before watching the movie. I was pleasantly pleased with both...I read the book in like 3 days, soaking it up, and the movie was fantastic too, especially since it gave no pretense of trying to be exactly like the book. Natalie Portman is fantastic in it too. I got into a huge library kick, too; I got about 3 books on a Saturday and read them all by the time they were due 2 weeks later. The Devil and Miss Prym had to have been my favorite from those...just so simple. I really haven't found a Latin American novelist that I haven't adored (esp. Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Isabel Allende). But trying to get through Kerouac's On the Road completely ruined library books for me...I just absolutely hated it. Fiction for me is all about pretty language and a fantastic story and On the Road had neither. But I just finished Snow Falling On Cedars, which is a fantastic story about a trial in a small town off the Washington coast...it's absolutely breath-taking (yes, many books really do take my breath away, they're so good). And now I need to finish my current book House of Mirth, by Edith Wharton by Monday when Jessica is bringing the first of the insanely popular "Twilight Series" so we'll see how that goes. I've been trying to resist these (almost as much as my nearly failing resistance to reading the entire Harry Potter series...which will probably happen sometime this semester when I least have the time to do it), but I gotta see what they're all about. Plus, I need a break from "real" literature again so we'll see how it goes. I'm just really proud of myself for the amount and the quality of the books I've been reading this summer. And my bookshelf is starting to look more "read" which, to me, is a much better look anyways.
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