Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Books!

I'm having waaay too much fun over at Goodreads, and I haven't even started doing reviews yet. So far all I've done is find books I have read and put them on my 'read' shelf. And WOW have I ever read a lot of books. I don't feel remotely done, despite the 361 books I have already put in. I'm going to have to spend a few hours at the library to get close to finished.

And while I'm looking for books I have read, I keep finding books I want to read. These books, added to the books I have checked out/want to check out at the library and the interesting books I have seen at the Bookstore, make for more reading than I could finish in the next year, unless I dropped out of school to become a professional reader. Somehow I think my parents would object to this.

So many books, so little time.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Saturday Sale, June 28

It's Tuesday, which means it's time for me to talk about this Saturday's sale at the BYU Bookstore: 25% off all Travel, Hobbies, and Games books.

Travel is, well, travel. If you're planning to go somewhere, anywhere, then you can probably find a book here that will give you tips on where to stay, what to eat, what to see, and how likely it is that your pocket will be picked during your stay. If you aren't planning to go anywhere, you can buy the books anyway, and then it will look like you're a well-traveled person. See? Winning situation, either way!

Hobbies & Games is a much more interesting section, in my opinion. Mostly because there is a good chance I will be able to play games within the next five years, but I may not be able to travel for the next ten. Curse my insistence on college!

Several times within the past few workdays people have come up to me and asked, "Do you happen to have any books on Sudoku?" My response is, "Boy, do we ever!" at which point a conduct them to the Hobbies & Games section and indicate the four - or is it five? - shelves devoted to sudoku books. And there are all kinds - Ninja, Bronze/Silver/Gold/Platinum, White/Green/Brown/Black Belts, ones with Peanuts and Dilbert comics, ones on sticky Post-It like papers, 10X10 instead of the usual 9X9, and more. I'm not a Sudoku person myself - my brain doesn't work that way - but even I was somewhat interested in the World's Longest Sudoku - 21 feet long, with 167 puzzles and 8,929 empty squares to fill in.

Crossword puzzles are more to my taste (I am so a word person, and not a number person), and there are plenty of those as well. There's also a dictionary filled with answers, which would help me a lot, 'cause I don't know most of the people the crossword puzzles refer to. I am sadly lacking in knowledge when it comes to famous people, current, recent, or past.

There are also many books in between those two giants, such as Ken Jenning's Brainiac ("Didn't get enough of Ken on Jeopardy? Buy this book and keep him with you always!"), several books on chess (Including Chess for Dummies, which would cause my genius brother to roll his eyes), an Official Scrabble Dictionary ("HA! I told you 'pedophiler' wasn't a word!"), and folders for the 50 State Quarters and the Presidential Dollars (WARNING: counting on these folders to be your savings fund is not a good idea). There are also many Klutz books, including one that comes with a real dollar bill, a bunch of special cardboard cutouts that you can use to create a castle, a kit for painting rocks, another kit for painting hair, and the notable Encyclopedia of Immaturity.

Fun stuff. So, go to the Bookstore this Saturday and get some books!

Tune in next Tuesday to find out what July 5th's sale will be.

Edit: There is not one book that comes with a dollar and kits and stuff. There is one book that comes with a dollar, and another that has a castle kit, and another that has a hair kit, etc.

At Chillylint's Request

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs bum like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.

I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

Eating Poetry by Mark Strand