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stuff and nonsense
Jul. 18th, 2007 05:26 pmOur household now has three copies of the sixth Harry Potter book: the American hardcover, the UK children's hardcover (purchased in Italy rather than England), and the French livre de poche. Yay for being fantasy nerds.
Tim now has the German version of "Tintin in Tibet", because he already has enough French Tintin stuff and he doesn't speak French either so it doesn't matter, and because the German translation of "Tintin" is "Tim." And German is occasionally close enough to English anyway that the book is just "Tim in Tibet." It amuses us.
I also have "Le Petit Prince", fully illustrated, in paperback.
No Asterix comics. When I start allowing myself to spend money again, we may be visiting the used & new section on Amazon.ca. I will not allow myself to buy Asterix in English, no way, nohow.
Mom also got me an academic planner thingy in France (I wanted notebooks, and our family has a hereditary office supply store addiction...), so next year I can be the MOST PRETENTIOUS THING EVAR and have a French calendar. Also, now have a 1/2 inch ring binder for what is turning into my ridiculous amounts of French looseleaf paper.
God, I'm ridiculous. But I like books. And paper. And French things. >.>
I also like Thomas Hardy. Am reading Tess of the D'Urbervilles, finally, after having had the book for well over a year and been desperately wanting and earnestly intending to read it for even longer. It's amazingggggg. Tess is an awesome character. Angel Clare is slightly less awesome, but so far not so obviously less awesome that it annoys me for Tess to love him, as is the case in so many romances.
Hardy and Austen are filed together in my brain, although they are generally very different. But they are both good at writing romance in a psychologically astute and realistic way, so I feel like they are very similar. It's nice to feel like I can understand and get into the romance in a story I'm reading instead of just tolerating it until something swashbuckling happens, which is the case in, um, like 99% of what I read. >.> Sometimes I think there's something wrong with me. Although usually I'm content to think there's something wrong with everybody else, so whatever.
I'm thinking it might be useful to get some sort of organizer thingy to create shelves inside the spaces created in my sideways bookshelf. It is currently a little difficult to get anything that is near the bottom of the carefully organized piles. But this is a secondary concern, as ghetto sideways bookshelf is still a vast improvement over having piles of stuff all over the floor.
I want to play Risk this weekend. Might have to actually call people to make this happen. Hmm...
Tim now has the German version of "Tintin in Tibet", because he already has enough French Tintin stuff and he doesn't speak French either so it doesn't matter, and because the German translation of "Tintin" is "Tim." And German is occasionally close enough to English anyway that the book is just "Tim in Tibet." It amuses us.
I also have "Le Petit Prince", fully illustrated, in paperback.
No Asterix comics. When I start allowing myself to spend money again, we may be visiting the used & new section on Amazon.ca. I will not allow myself to buy Asterix in English, no way, nohow.
Mom also got me an academic planner thingy in France (I wanted notebooks, and our family has a hereditary office supply store addiction...), so next year I can be the MOST PRETENTIOUS THING EVAR and have a French calendar. Also, now have a 1/2 inch ring binder for what is turning into my ridiculous amounts of French looseleaf paper.
God, I'm ridiculous. But I like books. And paper. And French things. >.>
I also like Thomas Hardy. Am reading Tess of the D'Urbervilles, finally, after having had the book for well over a year and been desperately wanting and earnestly intending to read it for even longer. It's amazingggggg. Tess is an awesome character. Angel Clare is slightly less awesome, but so far not so obviously less awesome that it annoys me for Tess to love him, as is the case in so many romances.
Hardy and Austen are filed together in my brain, although they are generally very different. But they are both good at writing romance in a psychologically astute and realistic way, so I feel like they are very similar. It's nice to feel like I can understand and get into the romance in a story I'm reading instead of just tolerating it until something swashbuckling happens, which is the case in, um, like 99% of what I read. >.> Sometimes I think there's something wrong with me. Although usually I'm content to think there's something wrong with everybody else, so whatever.
I'm thinking it might be useful to get some sort of organizer thingy to create shelves inside the spaces created in my sideways bookshelf. It is currently a little difficult to get anything that is near the bottom of the carefully organized piles. But this is a secondary concern, as ghetto sideways bookshelf is still a vast improvement over having piles of stuff all over the floor.
I want to play Risk this weekend. Might have to actually call people to make this happen. Hmm...