*WARNING - HERE BE SOME SPOILERS*
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Best of 2009: Album Edition
Well, it's getting closer to the end, folks. The end of this series and most importantly... the end of the year. Only four days away until we go into a new decade of this new century, and a new year.
Before that comes our way, let's conclude this with the final entry: the albums of 2009!
Before that comes our way, let's conclude this with the final entry: the albums of 2009!
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Best of 2009: Song Edition
Returning from a relaxing Christmas and a surprisingly-painless day at work/afternoon at home, I feel that I can complete the last two lists. Let's kick it off again with the best songs!
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Best of 2009: Book Edition
This is running late, so here we go with the best of 2009 in books! (with even briefer reviews)
Best books released in 2009:
Best books released in 2009:
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Best of 2009: Movie Edition
I'm not much of a movie connoisseur these days (I blame general stupidity in Hollywood for this one), but I still do watch films. I mostly use Netflix and Blockbuster, so there you go.
Alright, let's get to the good stuff. The best of 2009!
Alright, let's get to the good stuff. The best of 2009!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Monday, December 1, 2008
Yet another book review...
Their Eyes Were Watching God
By Zora Neale Hurston
Amazon link
One thing that I want to get out of the way is that the descriptions (especially later in Chapter 18) are some of the most beautiful and image-provoking I'd ever read in recent years. Hurston's words are earthy, with no trace of pretentiousness. Why can't all literature be like that? Why do some people feel the need to get all superfluous? Hurston proved that a writer can do it without putting down the reader with esoteric references that only Super Snobby English Majors would get (yes, I'm looking at you, Ms. Pessl...).
By Zora Neale Hurston
Amazon link
One thing that I want to get out of the way is that the descriptions (especially later in Chapter 18) are some of the most beautiful and image-provoking I'd ever read in recent years. Hurston's words are earthy, with no trace of pretentiousness. Why can't all literature be like that? Why do some people feel the need to get all superfluous? Hurston proved that a writer can do it without putting down the reader with esoteric references that only Super Snobby English Majors would get (yes, I'm looking at you, Ms. Pessl...).
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