I'm positive the DSM V will have a diagnosis for me, once it's released. The boredom isn't for lack of things to do. I'm busy morning until night. But it's uninspired time at a relatively uninspired job. More on that in a future posting, maybe.
I have a few pictures to share. A few summer happenings. Things like ... It was my birthday on Saturday. I turned 27.
For the 7th time, but whatever, who's counting? (O, right. Me.)
But for now I'm too lazy to download those pictures so, for now, Book Club catchings up because I have been very errant in doing so. (By the way, I can't write about literature worth beans, hence the ever present "blurb from the back").
Time Before Last: The Help, Kathryn Stockett.
Blurb From the Back: There is no blurb from the back. There is a rather long jacket description, so here's a snippet, "Twenty-two-year-old Skeeter has just returned home after graduating from Ole Miss ... Aibileen is a black maid, a wise, regal woman raising her seventeenth white child ... Minny, Aibileen's best friend, is short, fat, and perhaps the sassiest woman in Mississippi... Seemingly as different from one another as can be, these women will nonetheless come together for a clandestine project that will put them at risk. And why? Because they are suffocating within the lines that define their town and their times."
Verdict: 100 stars out of a possible 5 from everybody. Ok, we don't use stars. But we all gobbled this book up and appreciated the complex motivation of each character. It'll get read again by the summer's end. What can I say? We all loved it. Go read it.
Last time: Night, Elie Wiesel.
Blurb From the Back: "Born in the town of Sighet, Transylvania, Elie Wiesel was a teenager when he and his family were taken from their home in 1944 to the Auschwitz concentration camp, and then to Buchenwald. Night is the terrifying record of Elie Wiesel's memories of the death of his family, the death of his own innocence, and his despair as a deeply observant Jew confronting the absolute evil of man."
Verdict: This is an extremely difficult book to get through, said Captain Obvious. The events Wiesel describes are humanity at its absolute worst and I repeatedly had to slow down and make myself read every sentence, every word. I kept speeding up, as if by doing so, I could make the darkness less real. We would all recommend it ... or, rather, when you are ready, you should read it.
Next time: Zazen, Vanessa Vaselka.
And I also finished: The Wind Up Bird Chronicle, Haruki Murakami. Mr. Murakami is too smart for me. I only started to catch on at the very end, and then I felt foolish. And embarrassed. And a little cheesed. It takes some brain power, but if you like books that feel like acid trips (which I actually have no frame of reference for), it's the book for you.
And I just ordered: Counseling Treatment for Children and Adolescents With DSM IV TR Disorders, 2nd Edition. Holy Soybeans, that was an expensive book.
I probably won't recommend that one. Heard the ending's a little ambiguous.
So ... I have a little bit of free time this summer.