To introverts, places may seem strange and may lead to insecurity. But, the thing is we, introverts, are really good at creating an inner circle that provides us with boundary. It is a kind of ‘self-protection’ from unfamiliar things (or people). It makes us feel safe. Any where, we build this invisible space that separates us from the outside world. It forms a kind of ‘local‘ that detaches ‘the inhabitant’ from those present outside this designed space. And, in that special zone, we can do things giving us comfort. In my case, one of those things is reading books. In public transports, in hospital waiting room, while queuing at bank, while eating alone, in toilet, any where, book is a media that gives us a celestial instant frontier.
In this post, I compiled some pictures of books I read (physical or electronic) over time across many different places. Books are my weapon.
Previously uploaded in my instagram account.
Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters & Seymour: An Introduction by J.D. Salinger
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Reading “Raise High The Roofbeam, Carpenters” was still as interesting as reading “Franny & Zooey”. Yet, this one just focused more on the past life of Seymour Glass. I enjoyed reading it, until I grew tired of Buddy when it came to “Seymour: An Introduction”. It took me longer here. Mostly I got enough with Salinger’s, errr I meant Buddy’s stream of consciousness in the introduction, for sometimes I just skimmed through the pages til I found another more interesting plot (mostly direct quotation from Seymour’s notes).
Well, so I’m finished with almost the last publication of JD Salinger (err, I considered to check on “Hapworth 16 1924” later later on).
My most favorite one, still, “Nine Stories” where Seymour first strucked me there, and I never forgot his haunting character–maybe I will never.
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Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
What I love about this book is like Salinger’s other works that he really wrote for himself, not for us, his readers. That we could sense if he’s doing it because he loved it, he loved his characters, he loved the Glass family.
I never knew that an anti-plot or plotless story would be interesting until I read Salinger’s work. And, especially in Franny and Zooey (where the set was even minimal), the story was mainly driven based on the strong characters of every member of Glass’ family. At first, I thought this was only about seeing Franny and Zooey’s expressing their self-crisis and criticism upon mainstream society. Not until I finished reading it, I grabbed certain values that the story did not only focus on the self-crisis of the characters if you pay attention, but it’s also about love and hate relationship run in a family, about protecting each other as a family. How Buddy tried to reach Zooey and urged him to pursue his PhD, how Zooey asked Franny to at least think of their parents, Bessie and Les, how once Seymour told both Franny and Zooey to carry on doing things even when they did not like it solely for humanity and such (the Fat Lady thing), how in the end Zooey saved Franny from her own aimless idealism through Seymour philosophy, and such. Not to mention the Glass family member’s abnormality (sure, they are all freak prodigies), but those things are things normally run in the family. You know, a mom who urged her daughter to eat and have a healthy diet, a son who argued a lot with his mom, an old brother who told visionary things for sake of his younger brother/sister’s goodness, and such. It happens.
And, no, you cannot skim-read this kind of story. You should go through sentence every sentence, and get into it deeper to grab everything.
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Been the second day I’ve been dealing with a severe toothache after a long while. I know, it ain’t in fashion for having it these days. 😐 Anyway, after seeing a dentist right on the first day, and being told nothing I could do than drinking painkiller or deactivating the nerve of the injured tooth (if it is really incurable), I keep searching anything that can keep me sane (other than my mefinal—painkiller med).
So here it is, I got a new book days ago, the original/English version of John Green’s recently booming novel: The Fault in Our Stars, about cancervanian teenagers who fall in love. Honestly, I just heard of it after its movie was on cinema. But, since I got more time for books than for cinema, I bought the book first. Continue reading