Finished The Great Gatsby. Continuing with this book; I actually started it a while back, but then I bought To Kill A Mockingbird and got distracted... But the book is extremely intriguing! Am like halfway through it, and it's living up to what I've heard people say about it. Will elaborate when I've finished it. It's a good read though, non-fiction; check it out!

I won't be lengthy, but a few words seem justified as I truly enjoyed the book. I think I have a weak spot for stories of the sort: a bit dark and twisted, with a touch of conspiracy, manipulation, and decadence. Not sure what this says about me...ha, but it made for a good read nonetheless. Notable is that the translation into English was very good, not that I've read the original version in French, but you can always tell when you're reading a bad translation...

"I never need to find time to read. When people say to me, ‘Oh, yeah, I love reading. I would love to read, but I just don’t have time,’ I’m thinking, ‘How can you not have time?’ I read when I’m drying my hair. I read in the bath. I read when I’m sitting in the bathroom. Pretty much anywhere I can do the job one-handed, I read." -- J.K. Rowling

“Not returning phone calls is the severest form of torture in the civilized world.”

“He said you couldn't pretend the terrible things in life didn't happen. You can't clean
it up. You keep all the refuse and the scars. It's how you learn. And try to make improvements.”

"You wouldn't believe this, but life hinges on a couple of seconds you never see
coming. And what you decide in those few seconds determines everything from
then on... And you have no idea what you'll do until you're there...”

“Juliet and Romeo be damned, you can't be in love until you've flossed
your teeth next to the person at least three hundred times...”

“No wonder so many adults long to return to university, to all those
deadlines--ahhh, that structure! Scaffolding to which we may cling! Even if it is
arbitrary, without it, we're lost, wholly incapable of separating the Romantic from the
Victorian in our sad, bewildering lives...”

“Funnily enough, it is the subject one dreads talking about at length one
ends up talking about at length, often without the slightest provocation.”

“Dad's Theory of Arrogance--that everyone always assumes they're the Principal
Character of Desire and/or Loathing in everybody else's Broadway Play.”

“It was as if Hannah had sprung a leak and her character, usually so
meticulous and contained, was spilling all over the place.”

“Such things as anguish, woe, affliction, guilt, feelings of awfulness, and
utter wretchedness, the bread and butter of Days of Yore and Russians, sadly have very
little staying power in these lickety-split Modern Times.”

“If all histories have a period known as The Golden Age, somewhere between
The Beginning and The End, I suppose those Sundays during Fall Semester
at Hannah's were just that, or, to quote one of Dad's treasured
characters of cinema, the illustrious Norma Desmond as she recalled the lost
era of silent film: "We didn't need dialogue. We had faces.”

“Always live your life with your biography in mind," Dad was fond of saying.
"Naturally, it won't be published unless you have a Magnificent Reason,
but at the very least you will be living grandly.”

“All happy families resemble one another, but each unhappy family is unhappy in its
own way, and when it comes to the Holiday Season, happy families can abruptly
become unhappy and unhappy families can, to their great alarm, be happy”

Starting this book today. I have high hopes.

Just finished reading To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. It has been on my 'to read'-list for a while, and I was definitely not disappointed. I am always impressed with those who manage to produce a fantastic book using a first person narrative. Many authors tend to either not do the narrating character justice, by adjusting the character's personality in order to get the plot out, or because of the narrator's subjectivity, not do the story justice. Lee, however, managed to write the whole story from the view of little Jean-Louise Finch, aka Scout (who is six at the beginning of the story, nine when it ends), staying true to the perspective of such a small girl without ever making you feel as if you're missing out on anything "grown up" when following her surroundings.

Also, it is a slow-paced story, without ever being mundane or actually feeling slow. The best kind, simply put! I love stories where the majority of the plot takes place within character development, but not for that sake being eventless or dreary in terms of the actual plot. There may be all these things going on in the world where the characters live, there may be drama and action and all of that, but somehow these things become secondary to the people. I won't lie, a well-written, well-developed character is so much more of a turn-on than than the most intricate of plots. It is especially obvious when you're nearing the end of a book, and you're able to look back, and suddenly just realize how much the characters have matured since you started, how their history has shaped them, what, how and why they think the way they do as opposed to the way everything was in the beginning. I love looking back on the first chapter after I've finished a book, especially when the first chapter actually started at the end of the story. It reflects on events that have yet to be explained to you, and then when you look back upon finishing, those last few pieces fall into place.

Another thing that I love in this book, are all the truly nuanced characters. No character is permitted to become an implausible stereotype; no character is all good, or all evil, or even unsurpassably brilliant. There is defeat and compassion in undeserved and unexpected places. An unsympathetic Aunt Alexandra isn't just written off as "a bad guy", she isn't even just a conservative and narrowminded adult bully, no, she may have her ways which make her appear extremely unlikeable to a six year old girl (and thus to you, as the reader), but as the book progresses she is a good example of a character who you begin to understand without her ever becoming a cliché.

And just to actually include something on the plot, for those of you who are not familiar with the book, it is set in the American South in the 1930's, and focuses on a series of events taking place in the small town of Maycomb. The characters which the story focuses on are the people that play a big role in the life story of Scout, even though she isn't necessarily the heroine per se of the events that make up most of the book. The book 'explores the issues of race and class', nuanced by a struggle to understand and implement justice, honour, pride, and compassion in a society still incredibly prejudiced.

On the back of my copy, it says:
"No one ever forgets this book"
And I don't believe I will.

Finally, because I am a lover of words and phrasings and quotes, see below:

"I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the
idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you
know you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and
see it through no matter what."

“They're certainly entitled to think that, and they're entitled to full
respect for their opinions... but before I can live with other folks I've
got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn't abide by majority
rule is a person's conscience.”

“I think there's just one kind of folks. Folks.”

“Atticus told me to delete the adjectives and I'd have the facts.”

“When a child asks you something, answer him, for goodness sake. But
don't make a production of it. Children are children, but they can spot
an evasion faster than adults, and evasion simply muddles 'em.”

“Any writer worth his salt writes to please himself...It's a self-exploratory
operation that is endless. An exorcism of not necessarily his demon, but
of his divine discontent.”

“Neighbors bring food with death and flowers with sickness and little things
in between. Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken
watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives. But neighbors
give in return. We never put back into the tree what we took out of it: we
had given him nothing, and it made me sad.”