Here’s the deal. I’m only going to write about things I really like. Not every single book I read. Not every single trip I take. Only the things I really truly like. I’m not trying to be a critic (but I am undeniably a consumer).
OK, now that’s out of the way. So here’s some stuff I’ve read this year that I really like:
The Miseducation of Cameron Post by emily m. danforth
I grew up in Miles City, MT, same as the author, and when all of my facebook friends from high school started talking about this lesbian coming-of-age novel set in my hometown, I immediately bought a copy and began reading. I really liked Cameron Post (the main character) – so much so that I was a little disappointed in how the story ended because I wanted to see what happened next.
I was completely overwhelmed by how accurately emily m. danforth portrayed Miles City. There’s a little tiny bit of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance that talks about Miles City (mainly, a motorcycle shop that still existed when I was growing up there, and a night spent on a park bench in Riverside Park) – and when I was super homesick I would read that book over and over, feeling a little pretentious but mostly just waiting for chapter 8.
That’s pretty much how I felt the entire way through ‘the miseducation of cameron post’. I haven’t been back to Miles City in 14, maybe 15 years. And when I read this novel, I was transported back instantly. Granted, there were a lot more lesbians in ‘The Miseducation of Cameron Post’ than I remember from my high school days. And even though Cameron Post & I had very little in common (I was the misfit church kid from town in band and choir), her story about growing up different in Miles City, MT was not so different from mine.
P.S. You can imagine my excitement when I was first getting into vinyl and tracked down a copy of “13 Steps’, Fugazi’s first EP, because it had this song I really liked – “Waiting Room” – on it. On the back cover of the record is a photo of the band, sitting at a lunch counter that I knew for a fact was in Miles City, MT. (Not out of recognition – it was probably either taken at Ben Franklin’s lunch counter – but in the background of the photo you can see the top of a flag, proclaiming “MILES CITY BIG SKY”). DUDE. FUGAZI HAS BEEN TO MY HOME TOWN.
P.P.S. I know I’m supposed to be talking about this awesome book I really like, and not my hometown. Sorry. You should check the book out, anyway.
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The last book I read that I really loved was The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern. It’s about a game between two illusionists, and a magical circus (or a circus of magic?), and there’s not much more I can say about it without spoiling some of it’s secrets. The writing flows really well, and I basically devoured this book over the course of a weekend. There’s not much more I can say about it without taking away some of the magic, so you’re going to have to read it for yourself.
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I also really liked the film Melancholia, but you probably shouldn’t watch it if you’re already depressed. It’s not a suspense film – you know from the opening scene that the Earth will be destroyed by colliding with the planet Melancholia. It is probably the very best depiction of depression that I have every seen.
The Polyphonic Spree put on a superb show at Bottletree in February. I don’t even particularly LIKE the Polyphonic Spree, although I’ll definitely go to another live show if I can. I described them as “what would happen if the arcade fire took a bunch of ecstasy and then went to church camp.” The crowd was super fun at this show – and the glitter guy threw confetti instead of glitter – and I stayed out much later than I intended (a good thing in moderation).
A few weeks ago, my work buddies and I pranked a guy on his birthday by blowing up a bunch of ballons (the old fashioned way – there’s a worldwide shortage of helium!) and filling his office with them. Lots of people helped.. One of these days all the pranks I have pulled on people at the office on their birthdays are going to come back and haunt me. Not yet, though!
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Until next time.