I know that I’m officially a slacker for not getting through the entire twenty reviews of the last twenty books, but like a long road-trip, sometimes you must stop in the middle and enjoy the people who are loitering at the gas station/rest stop where you are pumping regular. So, here I am in the middle, unable to decide which half of the books was better than the last. I can say, in the last half of April and this beginning section of May was when I read all of these last ten books. I’m actually still reading the last one right now and hoping to get through it in time to write the little blurb on it. I will, don’t worry. I read when I sit on the toilet, and at stop lights if I need to get through a book (yes, I’m frequently honked at. I’m probably the person who gets flicked the bird most often on North Carolina suburban roads as well. These are the prices you pay for a good book though).
So, without further adeiu, I present to you the next ten books:
11. Everything is Illuminated – Jonathan Safron Foer
I am a Foer minion, so it’s unfair of me to even continue putting him on the list. You know my review is going to be stellar (although this did become a movie and I’m just not sure how the HELL they would ever make a movie out of this peculiar tale, especially one starring Elijah Wood. He was a hobbit for God’s sakes).
This book, is epically confusing and epically gratifying at the same time. It’s a fragmented story told in two different times between two, well more than two, many generations. It’s small village, meets young American and young, spleened tour guide and his grandfather and dog, the bitch, who embark on a journey to discover their missing ancestry. It’s freakin’ hilarious, upsetting, tearful. And then the word choice, it’s like eating a dessert made of everything good in the world and completely not tested on animals and not fed hormones and dipped in a hard layer of chocolate (of if you’re allergic whatever it is you love) and being able to eat it one bite at a time for three or four days, however much you want. Okay, I know, I know, worst metaphor ever. Let me just say, I don’t think I have a notebook big enough to fit the amount of quotes I highlighted throughout this novel. It’s like twisted fairytale meets post-World War II kid trying to find his ancestors who happen to be in this wicked and foreboding Grimm Fairytale. I’m starting to not make sense…and neither will you after reading this book. Foer is a gift from the universe into the tiny hands of each and every person.
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