<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396</id><updated>2009-02-21T02:13:43.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hundred Books</title><subtitle type='html'>One reader, one year, one hundred books.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;NOW WITH ERIN!&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Enoch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505398288500797115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-116676411126636665</id><published>2006-12-22T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T00:08:31.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour!</title><content type='html'>The One Hundred Books project is over, but the fun has just begun.  Stay tuned for statistics, superlatives, honorary diplomas, handshakes, and medals of valor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-116676411126636665?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/116676411126636665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=116676411126636665' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116676411126636665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116676411126636665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/12/bonjour.html' title='Bonjour!'/><author><name>Enoch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505398288500797115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18256606654365974960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-116676379878563410</id><published>2006-12-21T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T00:03:18.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hundredth Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/11170000/11177823.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Women As Lovers&lt;/em&gt; : Elfriede Jelinek&lt;br /&gt;Serpent's Tail : 1995&lt;br /&gt;Bought at Mercer Street Books for $6.50+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started 12.12.06&lt;br /&gt;Finished 12.20.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Line: "all that matters is that love has come at last, and that it hasn't come to an ugly, worn out, drunken, exhausted, vulgar, common woodcutter and her, but to a handsome, wornout, drunken, strong, vulgar, common woodcutter and her. that makes the whole thing special" (42).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Missed my goal date by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eight days.  And I'm fine with that!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This book was worth it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-116676379878563410?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/116676379878563410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=116676379878563410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116676379878563410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116676379878563410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-hundredth-book.html' title='One Hundredth Book'/><author><name>Enoch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505398288500797115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18256606654365974960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-116674364667147149</id><published>2006-12-21T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T23:48:52.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninety-Ninth Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/11170000/11170028.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing Serious&lt;/em&gt; : Justine Lévy&lt;br /&gt;Melville House : 2006&lt;br /&gt;Bought at Housing Works Used Book Cafe for $7.00+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started 12.10.06&lt;br /&gt;Finished 12.11.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Line: "What counts is the race, that's what he always says: What poisons existence is thinking too much about the finish line, you'll have lots of time to think about it afterwards, when you've lost, or when you can't run anymore" (177).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She almost lost me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the beginning, but then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;came through in the clutch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-116674364667147149?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/116674364667147149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=116674364667147149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116674364667147149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116674364667147149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/12/ninety-ninth-book.html' title='Ninety-Ninth Book'/><author><name>Enoch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505398288500797115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18256606654365974960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-116571976847616738</id><published>2006-12-09T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T22:02:48.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninety-Eighth Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.bordersstores.com/web_images/products/00/54/41/c/54415613_c.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Complicated Kindness&lt;/span&gt; : Miriam Toews&lt;br /&gt;Counterpoint : 2004&lt;br /&gt;Bought at Dawn Treader Book Shop for $5.50+&lt;br /&gt;Recommended by Kevin Sampsell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started 12.03.06&lt;br /&gt;Finished 12.09.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Line: "Main Street is as dead as ever. There's a blinding white light at the water-tower end of it and Jesus standing in the centre of it in a pale blue robe with his arms out, palms up, like he's saying how the hell would I know? I'm just a carpenter" (47).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If someone wrote my&lt;br /&gt;biography, it would be&lt;br /&gt;nothing like this. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-116571976847616738?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/116571976847616738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=116571976847616738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116571976847616738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116571976847616738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/12/ninety-eighth-book.html' title='Ninety-Eighth Book'/><author><name>Enoch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505398288500797115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18256606654365974960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-116571862480575321</id><published>2006-12-09T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:43:44.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninety-Seventh Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Is About The Body, The Mind, The Soul, The World, Time, And Fate&lt;/span&gt; : Diane Williams&lt;br /&gt;Grove : 1990&lt;br /&gt;Bought at Book Traders for $4.50+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started 12.02.06&lt;br /&gt;Finished 12.02.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Line: "I have work to do which I love to do, but women are what I prefer to anything, to lie down with them, the turning to touch the woman and knowing I will be received for sex as soon as I wish to be welcome" (80).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stuck on an island,&lt;br /&gt;I would scan the horizon&lt;br /&gt;wishing she'd save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-116571862480575321?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/116571862480575321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=116571862480575321' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116571862480575321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116571862480575321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/12/ninety-seventh-book.html' title='Ninety-Seventh Book'/><author><name>Enoch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505398288500797115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18256606654365974960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-116508290902051235</id><published>2006-12-02T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T13:08:29.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninety-Sixth Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/970000/971501.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All The Anxious Girls On Earth&lt;/span&gt; : Zsuzsi Gartner&lt;br /&gt;Anchor : 2000&lt;br /&gt;Donated by London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started 11.29.06&lt;br /&gt;Finished 12.01.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Line: "I could smell his wet rot. Creosote flesh. Gave me flash headaches, like being trapped in abandoned cabins while shifting timbers sweated sap. Like pressing my nose to a telephone pole. I had to stand upwind of him just to have a conversation" (96).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A razor blade for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the thinking class. &lt;/span&gt;Weetzie Bat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with less forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-116508290902051235?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/116508290902051235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=116508290902051235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116508290902051235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116508290902051235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/12/ninety-sixth-book.html' title='Ninety-Sixth Book'/><author><name>Enoch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505398288500797115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18256606654365974960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-116508195596042010</id><published>2006-12-02T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T12:52:35.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninety-Fifth Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/1490000/1490218.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/span&gt; : Kathy Acker&lt;br /&gt;Grove : 1989&lt;br /&gt;Bought at Dawn Treader Book Shop for $5.50+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started 11.26.06&lt;br /&gt;Finished 11.28.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Line: "As a result of his own barrenness, he develops a capacity to absorb the fertility of others. Of the real self. The only way you can get the real self is to rip someone off. The only way you can get love. Humans need love. You're a con man" (98).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's no&lt;/span&gt; Tao Te Ching,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I found strange comfort in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her plush pipebomb prose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-116508195596042010?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/116508195596042010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=116508195596042010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116508195596042010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116508195596042010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/12/ninety-fifth-book.html' title='Ninety-Fifth Book'/><author><name>Enoch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505398288500797115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18256606654365974960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-116508147874930865</id><published>2006-12-02T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T12:44:38.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninety-Fourth Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/1860000/1865496.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Absence Makes The Heart&lt;/span&gt; : Lynne Tillman&lt;br /&gt;Serpent's Tail : 1991&lt;br /&gt;Bought at Dawn Treader Book Shop for $3.95+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started 11.20.06&lt;br /&gt;Finished 11.25.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Line: "When I was fourteen I discovered that boys would fall in love with me if I listened to everything they said. A strong sense of integrity prohibited me from continuing that form of seduction. And, in addition to integrity, there was the problem of having to continue to listen to them" (40).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Had I agency,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd have changed the title to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome Makes The Heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-116508147874930865?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/116508147874930865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=116508147874930865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116508147874930865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116508147874930865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/12/ninety-fourth-book.html' title='Ninety-Fourth Book'/><author><name>Enoch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505398288500797115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18256606654365974960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-116355026027314531</id><published>2006-11-14T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T17:05:52.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninety-Third Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://a1055.g.akamai.net/f/1055/1401/5h/images.barnesandnoble.com/images/8420000/8424603.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hard-Boiled Wonderland And The End Of The World&lt;/span&gt; : Haruki Murakami&lt;br /&gt;Knopf : 1993&lt;br /&gt;Bought from Symposia Books for $8.23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started 11.9.06&lt;br /&gt;Finished 11.14.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Line: "Now for a good twelve-hour sleep, I told myself. Twelve solid hours. Let birds sing, let people go to work. Somewhere out there, a volcano might blow, Israeli commandos might decimate a Palestinian village. I couldn't stop it. I was going to sleep" (126).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The guilt of liking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sci-fi is outweighed by the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joy of chubby girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-116355026027314531?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/116355026027314531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=116355026027314531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116355026027314531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116355026027314531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/11/ninety-third-book.html' title='Ninety-Third Book'/><author><name>Enoch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505398288500797115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18256606654365974960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-116354960182763290</id><published>2006-11-14T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:19:35.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninety-Second Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Believe Them&lt;/span&gt; : Mary Robison&lt;br /&gt;Collier : 1998&lt;br /&gt;Bought at Casco Bay Books for $4.00+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started 11.6.06&lt;br /&gt;Finished 11.8.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Line: "Wendy Vicker is just some poor thing from down the street.  I moved a piece of furniture for her.  She's as friendly as a retriever dog, and built like a goddam Turkish wrestler" (80).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A totally good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;book, but I can't think of a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haiku today.  Oops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-116354960182763290?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/116354960182763290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=116354960182763290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116354960182763290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116354960182763290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/11/ninety-second-book.html' title='Ninety-Second Book'/><author><name>Enoch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505398288500797115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18256606654365974960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-116354958435396041</id><published>2006-11-14T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:04.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninety-First Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:rZ5G1thV-LDIjM:http://efeh.com/images/products/big/1035.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another Birth&lt;/span&gt; : Forough Farrokhzad&lt;br /&gt;Zabankadeh : 2002&lt;br /&gt;Bought from Jacaranda Online for $8.44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started 11.3.06&lt;br /&gt;Finished 11.6.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Line: "When they blindfolded my love's childish eyes / With the black kerchief of law / And jets of blood spurted out / From the agitated temples of my desire / When my life was nothing / But the tic tacks of a clock / I realized that I must, I must, and I must / Love madly" (122).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another badass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dead poet. Car wreck. At age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thirty-two.  Bummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-116354958435396041?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/116354958435396041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=116354958435396041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116354958435396041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116354958435396041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/11/ninety-first-book.html' title='Ninety-First Book'/><author><name>Enoch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505398288500797115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18256606654365974960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-116354858320459680</id><published>2006-11-14T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:56:23.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninetieth Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insel&lt;/span&gt; : Mina Loy&lt;br /&gt;Black Sparrow : 1991&lt;br /&gt;Bought at 7th Avenue Books for $6.00+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started 10.26.06&lt;br /&gt;Finished 10.30.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Line: "This station, as he entered it, became the anteroom of dissolution, where the only constructions left of a real world were avalanches of newspapers, and even these aligned in a dusty perspective like ghosts of overgrown toys" (88).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do you give thanks&lt;br /&gt;to the dead?  Turn on a light&lt;br /&gt;(she was a lampshade).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-116354858320459680?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/116354858320459680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=116354858320459680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116354858320459680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116354858320459680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/11/ninetieth-book.html' title='Ninetieth Book'/><author><name>Enoch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505398288500797115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18256606654365974960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-116180045674850262</id><published>2006-10-25T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:26:01.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighty-Ninth Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://a1055.g.akamai.net/f/1055/1401/5h/images.barnesandnoble.com/images/7530000/7539804.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When The Emperor Was Divine&lt;/span&gt; : Julie Otsuka&lt;br /&gt;Anchor : 2002&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed from Lori Saginaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started 10.23.06&lt;br /&gt;Finished 10.25.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Line: "I stole your last bag of sugar. I took a swig from your best bottle of brandy. I pulled out the nails from your white picket fence and sold them to the enemy to melt down and make into bullets" (141).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's strange how foolish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we are.  Maybe it's justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe it's just us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-116180045674850262?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/116180045674850262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=116180045674850262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116180045674850262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116180045674850262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/10/eighty-ninth-book.html' title='Eighty-Ninth Book'/><author><name>Enoch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505398288500797115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18256606654365974960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-116165018303851072</id><published>2006-10-23T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:40:52.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighty-Eighth Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/9510000/9510419.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt; : Christine Schutt&lt;br /&gt;Harcourt : 2004&lt;br /&gt;Bought at Strand Book Store for $1.00+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started 10.18.06&lt;br /&gt;Finished 10.22.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Line: "I drove on through the spattered light of fall, the warm, monied promise of it, the light's saying, Yes, it is possible: Purpose might find me and success might follow. My father could have been a poet; it is not absurd" (76).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another reason&lt;br /&gt;why I miss New York City&lt;br /&gt;(it's my Florida).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-116165018303851072?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/116165018303851072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=116165018303851072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116165018303851072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116165018303851072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/10/eighty-eighth-book.html' title='Eighty-Eighth Book'/><author><name>Enoch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505398288500797115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18256606654365974960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-116149248909732294</id><published>2006-10-22T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:39:41.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighty-Seventh Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/11090000/11091722.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ticknor&lt;/span&gt; : Sheila Heti&lt;br /&gt;FSG : 2005&lt;br /&gt;Bought at 7th Ave Books for $6.00+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started 10.15.06&lt;br /&gt;Finished 10.17.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Line: "I often go to the mirror when crying, to se how I might look. I wonder whether I'd have any sympathy for a man such as myself. Sometimes I feel I would, and it makes me cry even harder; other times I do not and it fills me with despair--well, then I weep more pitifully than before" (61).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watched The Machinist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tonight and thought how Ticknor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could have played that part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-116149248909732294?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/116149248909732294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=116149248909732294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116149248909732294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116149248909732294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/10/eighty-seventh-book.html' title='Eighty-Seventh Book'/><author><name>Enoch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505398288500797115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18256606654365974960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-116092653348526439</id><published>2006-10-15T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T11:39:05.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighty-Sixth Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.futuretensebooks.com/futuret/image/covers/badman_sm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 140px;" src="http://www.futuretensebooks.com/futuret/image/covers/badman_sm.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're A Bad Man, Aren't You? &lt;/span&gt;: Susannah Breslin&lt;br /&gt;Future Tense : 2003&lt;br /&gt;Bought at Powell's for $4.95+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started 10.13.06&lt;br /&gt;Finished 10.14.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Line: "She had envisioned something more like a dark car's quiet glide across the black ice of a nighttime street, the slow fall of a supine body into a hospital bed, the poetic righteousness of a personal eclipse among concentric circles of family members" (48).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I could say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"midget porn" in twenty-one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different languages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-116092653348526439?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/116092653348526439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=116092653348526439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116092653348526439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116092653348526439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/10/eighty-sixth-book.html' title='Eighty-Sixth Book'/><author><name>Enoch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505398288500797115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18256606654365974960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-116092600513044056</id><published>2006-10-15T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T11:38:20.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighty-Fifth Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hotheadpaisan.com/img/scum_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 132px;" src="http://www.hotheadpaisan.com/img/scum_thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SCUM Manifesto &lt;/span&gt;: Valerie Solanas&lt;br /&gt;AK Press : 1996&lt;br /&gt;Bought at Mercer Books for $2.95+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started 10.12.06&lt;br /&gt;Finished 10.12.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Line: "Eliminate men and women will shape up. Women are improvable; men are not, although their behavior is. When SCUM gets hot on their asses it'll shape up fast" (44).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Santa, All I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want this year is to not love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy dead women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-116092600513044056?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/116092600513044056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=116092600513044056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116092600513044056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116092600513044056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/10/eighty-fifth-book.html' title='Eighty-Fifth Book'/><author><name>Enoch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505398288500797115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18256606654365974960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-116092502277655870</id><published>2006-10-15T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T11:39:46.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back</title><content type='html'>Thank you, it's good to be here. Two months, sixteen books, game on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-116092502277655870?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/116092502277655870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=116092502277655870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116092502277655870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/116092502277655870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/10/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back'/><author><name>Enoch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505398288500797115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18256606654365974960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-115076831909096193</id><published>2006-06-19T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:13:19.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 33</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.booksamillion.com/bam/covers/0/37/571/920/0375719202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.booksamillion.com/bam/covers/0/37/571/920/0375719202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appointment in Samarra by John O'Hara&lt;br /&gt;1934:  Vintage Books&lt;br /&gt;251 pages&lt;br /&gt;Recommended by Jamie York&lt;br /&gt;Began:  14 June 2006&lt;br /&gt;Finished:  19 June 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of the Depression, this takes a look at that state when it is put down to a little d.  The actions take place in and out of cars with eventual devasting ends.  I wasn't expecting this book to be so clever, so quick, so sexy, so thorough, so effectively affecting.  Oh John O'Hara, what quiet heartbreaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:  "I feel like the devil..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-115076831909096193?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/115076831909096193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=115076831909096193' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/115076831909096193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/115076831909096193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/06/book-33.html' title='Book 33'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306854222442984346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04395380953137746303'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-115041287169578994</id><published>2006-06-15T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T22:33:37.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 32</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://clics.ucsd.edu/newbooks/covers/teacher_man.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://clics.ucsd.edu/newbooks/covers/teacher_man.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Man: A Memoir by Frank McCourt&lt;br /&gt;2005:  Scribner&lt;br /&gt;272 pages&lt;br /&gt;Recommended by Maggie Bright&lt;br /&gt;Began:  7 June 2006  &lt;br /&gt;Finished:  13 June 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is fitting that on the last days of instruciton for this school year I have been reading a memoir on the act of teaching.  McCourt kicks everything off with laughter as he writes about his first day of being in front of the classroom but things meander and linger just like anytime in class or in a school building does.  It is an enjoyable read no matter how much I wished I was listening to it on tape so I could hear his voice reciting his tales.  I know this is McCourt's way of thanking the profession, paying due to his past, and giving back to his students but I can't help but think it is also because he misses the job, and the captive audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:  "Mea culpa."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-115041287169578994?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/115041287169578994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=115041287169578994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/115041287169578994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/115041287169578994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/06/book-32.html' title='Book 32'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306854222442984346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04395380953137746303'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-114960092429344048</id><published>2006-06-06T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T20:24:25.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/imageDB.cgi?isbn=0876451121&amp;t=1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/imageDB.cgi?isbn=0876451121&amp;t=1" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Caliban by Rachel Ingalls&lt;br /&gt;1983:  Harvard Common Press&lt;br /&gt;125 pages&lt;br /&gt;Recommended by Maya Haynes&lt;br /&gt;Began:  25 May 2006&lt;br /&gt;Finished:  6 June 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember anything about the reptilian brain but this book did make me uncormfortable.  Not the big green reptile from the ocean who was abused in the Institute.  Not the layered metaphors and meanings thick and slathered.  Not the Californian nights and the domestic un-bliss.  Not the children as punks and ex-wives as alcoholics or seperate vacations.  No, none of the parts on their own made me squirm but taken in whole under the flourescent subway lights in sleepy hazes did me in and made me itchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:  "It's somebody called Merce Cunningham."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-114960092429344048?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/114960092429344048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=114960092429344048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/114960092429344048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/114960092429344048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/06/book-31.html' title='Book 31'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306854222442984346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04395380953137746303'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-114959534622412536</id><published>2006-06-06T07:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T08:02:26.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0786817534.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0786817534.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under A War-Torn Sky by L.M. Elliott&lt;br /&gt;2001:  Hyperion Paperbacks for Children&lt;br /&gt;284 pages&lt;br /&gt;Recommended by Matthew Hui&lt;br /&gt;Began:  30 May 2006&lt;br /&gt;Finished:  6 June 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My student, Matt, was not graceful in recommending this book.  One morning, before classes, it was "Here.  Read this." and a shove of a paperback into my hands.  Having just finished teaching World War II, I wasn't sure if I wanted to go back into the air raids and bombings, let alone from an American viewpoint.  I, in turn, shoved the book into my bag, scrounging it out the next morning while I waited for coffee and croissants to kick in.  The book starts off in the middle of things and you find the main character ready to depart into the sky.  Fighting and planes, my interest waned and I read without caring for the first 20 pages.  Then the plane is shot out of the sky, all the characters you were just introduced to, save the protagonist, are gone and instantly with the narrator you are plunged into a world of spies and French maquis.  I looked forward to reading this book and took the twists and turns as they came.  Now I have to grumble "Thanks" to Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:  "Eggs did fly."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-114959534622412536?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/114959534622412536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=114959534622412536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/114959534622412536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/114959534622412536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/06/book-30.html' title='Book 30'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306854222442984346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04395380953137746303'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-114795677127000532</id><published>2006-05-18T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T08:52:51.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.bestprices.com/content/isbn/3X/093941693X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://media.bestprices.com/content/isbn/3X/093941693X.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Came All The Way From Cuba So You Could Dress Like This?  Stories by Achy Obejas&lt;br /&gt;1994:  Cleis Press&lt;br /&gt;131 pages&lt;br /&gt;Recommended by Maya Haynes&lt;br /&gt;Began:  15 May 2006&lt;br /&gt;Finished:  18 May 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick but not necessarily pleasant these are late 80s early 90s stories of Latina lesbian life in Chicago, homosexual men battling AIDS, Cuban counterrevolutioinaries, and junkies out of their minds.  Read on the subway, I felt a layer of grime and fervant energy.  While reading this book I also read a story of Lara Vapnyar's.  I prefer Vapnyar but I am not sure what that means in the bigger scheme of it all.  Obejas has a clear style and it is unrelenting.  It is blunt and, while this book was not necessarily shocking, it is fearless and bold.  I wonder what I would have felt reading this book ten years ago but right now it was just another taste of an approach to writing and getting worlds out onto paper for me to see if I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:  ""Besides, that you're American is an accident of geopgraphy," he said."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-114795677127000532?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/114795677127000532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=114795677127000532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/114795677127000532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/114795677127000532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/05/book-29.html' title='Book 29'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306854222442984346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04395380953137746303'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-114770621698966543</id><published>2006-05-15T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T14:20:46.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/140004314X.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/140004314X.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion&lt;br /&gt;2006:  Knopf&lt;br /&gt;227 pages&lt;br /&gt;Recommended by Lara Evangelista&lt;br /&gt;Began:  10 May 2006&lt;br /&gt;Finished:  15 May 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is Joan Didion with her severe looks and California glam and there is her older now.  Both of these versions of her are shown on the dust jacket that wraps around the devastatingly gorgeous writing inside.  What moved me, more than the shock and grieving, was the love affair of Didion and Dunne and their nearly forty years of marriage.  For all the beauty of this book, the elegance of the writing on death and loss, a complete love story is told of a marriage imperfectly perfect and whole.  There is family and a world where being alive is connecting with others and life is about the people who inhabit the world with us.  Didion in her looks, her persona, her writing, always seemed stark to me before but this is rich and giving to the reader, so personal without being exclusive, raw without being a mess.  Even the cover shows a quiet way of remembering with John's name illuminated in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:  "Time is the school in which we learn."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-114770621698966543?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/114770621698966543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=114770621698966543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/114770621698966543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/114770621698966543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/05/book-28.html' title='Book 28'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306854222442984346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04395380953137746303'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9907396.post-114706734301852446</id><published>2006-05-08T01:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T01:49:43.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I put the bad in sabbatical.</title><content type='html'>Dear Lixxx and Erin, who regularly attend to this project:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I will be &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.foundmagazine.com/index.php?fuseaction=events.home"&gt;quite busy&lt;/a&gt; quite soon, I must once again default on my loans, entering into a two-month sabbatical. You can expect me back here on July 5th, when I will promptly devour my remaining sixteen books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dearly for your attentions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9907396-114706734301852446?l=onehundredbooks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/114706734301852446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9907396&amp;postID=114706734301852446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/114706734301852446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9907396/posts/default/114706734301852446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehundredbooks.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-put-bad-in-sabbatical.html' title='I put the bad in sabbatical.'/><author><name>Enoch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505398288500797115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18256606654365974960'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>