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Apr. 22nd, 2008 08:16 pmoh man, the movie version of Hotel New Hampshire, with Jodie Foster and Rob Lowe and a teeny tiny Seth Green, is such an awful, awful mess. It has like no redeeming features, and you're looking at someone who laughed -- several times -- at Meet the Spartans. So. I was really disappointed cause the book is rad.
Bumface was at a job interview the other day so I wandered down the road to a book exchange. Turns out it mostly sold porn in the back section and I was too embarrassed to go in there, but I managed to rustle up a copy of The Midwich Cuckoos for thirty (30) cents! John Wyndham is the shit; although it is at times horrifically sexist, it also has lesbians. Lesbians! In middle-class English old-school sci-fi! I love it!
There's just no satisfaction like finding a really great book bargain. The other week I found a copy of Rupert Holmes's Where the Truth Lies, which was made into a middling Kevin Bacon/Colin Firth movie a couple of years back. I searched everywhere in Adelaide for that book after seeing the movie (it had some gay). And then a couple of weeks ago, there it was, right in front of my face on the sale table at Dymocks! And I had a voucher, so I didn't even have to pay for it! Lesson being: NEVER PASS A BOOK SALE BY. I have found so many great books this way. And so many books that I just know will be great if I ever get around to reading them.
I mean, for the last few weeks I have been agonising over the three-for-two tables at Borders, because they happened to have an unusually large number of books I really, really wanted in a deep and soul-rending way. Today I succumbed, the reason being that I had a voucher that covered the cost of one book, so really, I would be getting three for one! It would be sheer insanity -- nay, irresponsibility -- to pass over such an opportunity. Plus, these would be books I've never even read before! So now to unload onto my "to read" shelf I've got copies of Michael Chabon's The Yiddish Policeman's Union, Cormac McCarthy's No Country For Old Men, and Tolkien's the Children of Hurin, a lovely paperpack with illustrations by the incomparable Alan Lee.
After that, to prolong the bookgasm, I couldn't resist checking out my favourite second-hand bookstore and there I grabbed a nice portable paperback LotR for nineteen bucks (the copy I used to read is my mum's, so I left it behind when I moved out. And no place is home without a well-thumbed copy of LotR around) that should serve until I find my dream edition. And also the first volume of The Mallorean (for $1.90!) because I figured it's probably time to start reading David Eddings. Then I realised that The Belgariad is the first trilogy.
So my question to you is, should I read the Mallorean without reading the Belgariad?
Bumface was at a job interview the other day so I wandered down the road to a book exchange. Turns out it mostly sold porn in the back section and I was too embarrassed to go in there, but I managed to rustle up a copy of The Midwich Cuckoos for thirty (30) cents! John Wyndham is the shit; although it is at times horrifically sexist, it also has lesbians. Lesbians! In middle-class English old-school sci-fi! I love it!
There's just no satisfaction like finding a really great book bargain. The other week I found a copy of Rupert Holmes's Where the Truth Lies, which was made into a middling Kevin Bacon/Colin Firth movie a couple of years back. I searched everywhere in Adelaide for that book after seeing the movie (it had some gay). And then a couple of weeks ago, there it was, right in front of my face on the sale table at Dymocks! And I had a voucher, so I didn't even have to pay for it! Lesson being: NEVER PASS A BOOK SALE BY. I have found so many great books this way. And so many books that I just know will be great if I ever get around to reading them.
I mean, for the last few weeks I have been agonising over the three-for-two tables at Borders, because they happened to have an unusually large number of books I really, really wanted in a deep and soul-rending way. Today I succumbed, the reason being that I had a voucher that covered the cost of one book, so really, I would be getting three for one! It would be sheer insanity -- nay, irresponsibility -- to pass over such an opportunity. Plus, these would be books I've never even read before! So now to unload onto my "to read" shelf I've got copies of Michael Chabon's The Yiddish Policeman's Union, Cormac McCarthy's No Country For Old Men, and Tolkien's the Children of Hurin, a lovely paperpack with illustrations by the incomparable Alan Lee.
After that, to prolong the bookgasm, I couldn't resist checking out my favourite second-hand bookstore and there I grabbed a nice portable paperback LotR for nineteen bucks (the copy I used to read is my mum's, so I left it behind when I moved out. And no place is home without a well-thumbed copy of LotR around) that should serve until I find my dream edition. And also the first volume of The Mallorean (for $1.90!) because I figured it's probably time to start reading David Eddings. Then I realised that The Belgariad is the first trilogy.
So my question to you is, should I read the Mallorean without reading the Belgariad?
