

It was a nice break, easy read. But it is meant to be for a younger reader.
Good to read to get the basics down. Some stuff outdated since this was written waaay before digital.
"Technique by itself tends to lead to dead ends. It comes alive through a person, when it is from a living source."
This book felt like it should have been two or three shorter books. It was just so unfocused and rambly. The last chapter is the best chapter in the book, I wish the rest of the book was like it.
Life lesson on anger. "She took that anger, and she took her time, and then she took them to task."
Kidding yourself doesn't require that you have a sense of humor. But a sense of humor comes in handy for almost everything else.
Just do it. Forget there is a point, of course there is no point. The point of repetition is there is no point.
I am concentrating docilely on the question why U.S. Restrooms always appear to is as infirmaries for public distress, the place to regain control.
While it was an interesting story, I just couldn't get into the writing style. The flow just felt too staccato to me. It kept the story away from me instead of letting me get engrossed in it.
"Our cat and dog got married!" he blurted out. "The dog wore a doll's dress, my mom dressed up like a priest, the whole ordeal. The cat looked unsure when we stuck a ring on his paw, but they made a commitment, and by God they stuck to it. The mistake we made was sending them on honeymoon. The cat came home without the dog. My dad went out and found her dead. I don't know if the cat will ever remarry... he's heart broken."
Sometimes I really love Chuck Palahniuk and sometimes I just don't. This is one of those times that I just don't click with his writing. There were a couple of good stories in here but most were a meh at best. The coloring book aspect is pretty neat, just wish I loved these stories more.
The overarching question that plagues me at the moment: what happened to me? There's no way to answer that. Not yet. I have vague suspicions of course, but suspicion leads to bias, and bias doesn't lead to truth.
Introverts understand; the loneliest human in history was just happy to have a few minutes of peace and quiet.
Before the 1970s, it was common for science fiction to assume small asteroids would be round, like planets. 'The Little Prince' took this a step further, imagining an asteroid as a tiny planet with gravity, air, and a rose. There's no point in trying to critique the science here, because (1) it's not a story about asteroids, and (2) it opens with a parable about how foolish adults are for looking at everything too literally.
Totally bailed on Jerusalem. Only made it a few pages in and found out most of the advance copy is misprinted. Will have to eventually get the real book. Decided to end the year with some humor.
Alright. This beast has been sitting on my bookshelf since BEA. Time to stop letting it intimidate me. Anyone read it? Thoughts?