Willow’s actions at the end of Season Six are more than yet another attempt to make her life pleasurable. They are an attack on the very idea that life can be pleasurable. Even the pleasure of waiting, of being bored, has lost it’s reality for Willow. All that is left is destruction, and destruction on a vast scale.
-James B. South, “My God, It’s Like a Greek Tragedy”; Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Philosophy
17. Stop In the Name Of Pants! by Louise Rennison
18. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Philosophy: Fear and Trembling in Sunnydale by James B. South (Editor) [Re-read]
Seventy-nine. Failure is an opportunity. If you blame others, there is no end to blame. Fulfill your obligations, correct your mistakes. Do what you need to do and step away. Demand nothing and give all. Demand nothing and give all.
-excerpted from A Million Little Pieces by James Frey; reading the Tao Te Ching.
The Babar the Elephant book is sitting in front of me. I pick it up and start reading it. I remember reading it as a small Boy and enjoying it and imagining that I was friends with Babar, his constant Companion during all of his adventures. He went to the Moon, I went with him. He fought Tomb Raiders in Egypt, I fought alongside him. He rescued his elephant girlfriend from Ivory Hunters on the Savanna, I coordinated the getaway. I loved that goddamn Elephant and I loved being his friend. In a childhood full of unhappiness and rage, Babar is one of the few pleasant memories that I have. Me and Babar, kicking some motherfucking ass.
-excerpted from A Million Little Pieces by James Frey.
The vomiting stops and I sit back and I open my eyes and I stare at the toilet. Thick red streams stick to its sides and brown pieces of my interior float in the water. I try to slow my breathing and my heart but I can’t, so I sit and I wait. Every morning it’s the same. I vomit and I sit and I wait. After a few minutes I stand and I walk slowly back into the Room. Night is leaving and I stand at the window and I watch. Orange and pink streaks sail across the blue of the sky, large birds silhouette themselves against the red of the rising sun, clouds inch their way toward me. I can feel blood dripping from the wounds on my face and I can feel my heart beating and I can feel the weight of my life beginning to drop and I realize why dawn is called mourning.
-excerpted from A Million Little Pieces by James Frey
16 (Redeux). A Million Little Pieces by James Frey
I think I got around to two chapters of the last book and had to return in it to the library because I was moving. I’ll get it again some day, but it’s time to start working on the books I own that I’ve never read.
It’ll take me longer to get through them since the semester has started, but as of now I seem to have a lot of time between classes to read (when I’m not listening to SModcasts).
was pretty awful. I didn’t have high hopes or anything, but I do actually like Lauren Conrad so I was hoping it wasn’t totally a joke.
But it is. :( And the best part is that there is no ending. It’s like the end of an episode, so that you make sure to turn in next week. Ugh.
16. Slip Of the Knife by Denise Mina
Oh Denise, how I’ve missed you.
15. L.A. Candy by Lauren Conrad
Time to dumb things down a little. I am crazy excited for this. No, honestly. :)
