Sunday, May 11, 2014

IT

The cover of 'IT'
It
Alexa Chung

This book is nothing like I thought it was going to be. It wasn't even a book, really. I'd say it's like a journal/diary/blog. It's basically her thoughts, about a page in length each, and pictures of random people and things. At least they're colored pictures though. It took me less than an hour to read, so no harm, no foul.

It wasn't that bad, either. She wasn't too annoying, but also not my cup of tea. Alexa is a model, I guess. I've never heard of her.

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Don't Worry, It Gets Worse

Don't Worry, It Gets Worse
Aldia Nugent

I have another horrible book to write about for you. Maybe I wouldn't have hated this book so much if I was 22 again. I believe that she is my age, but we seem to be in differnet phases of our lives. She's trying to be a writer and living in New York City and working in a retail shop for minimum wage. While I sometimes work in a retail shop for minimum wage, I cannot relate to anything else she says. She's not really an "adult". She's more of an adult in the way a college student thinks they're an adult because they pay rent and have a cable bill in their name. And, I mean, if that's the definition of adult then I'm a toddler. To me, being an adult is not saying you're an adult. Just being one. Not needing a pat on the back because you are struggling to live in a shitty apartment and some months you can't pay your cable bill, yet you're still getting by. That's not very adult-ish. But that's just my opinion. I'm the antithesis of an adult because I live at home for free, I don't cook any of my own meals and I only change my sheets when the corners start coming off. To me, that's just when they get so dirty they can't keep their shape. Time to change them, only if you're not too lazy that day though. 
Anyway, I think that I didn't like this book for several reasons. One reason being that it wasn't really a book of specific stories with a lot of detail it was more of a book of "one time I went to a party and ate some cheese" stories. I can only follow stories. I can't follow when people ramble on and give advice that I already know and don't follow. Like what do you know about life? Not much, little girl. She's the type of girl that thinks she is awesome because she plays Legends of Zelda and takes Xanax. Not like I have a problem with either of those things, it's just people who brag about it. The other thing I'm getting tired of is these girls that go to school for "creative writing" and such and consider themselves "writers" as a profession and then pen these "memoirs" (think I've used enough quotes in this sentence?) that are meaningless and petty. I think that if some celebrity writes a memoir about cute antidotes from their lives, that's fine. But stop saying you're such a good writer. Maybe you are, it seems that you have your commas in order and your grammar correct, but it seems like selling out to me. But that's just me. I'll keep reading them, so hopefully these girls keep writing them. 
Maybe I didn't really like the book because I can't relate. Also, I don't like the author's picture. I don't like thinking about this girl going out and doing things with a bow-tie. Bow-ties should be reserved for adorable, slightly chubby guys with red beards and plaid shirts. Or adorable dark haired boys in tuxes at a wedding. That's it. 

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

I don't Care About Your Band

I Don't Care About Your Band: Lessons learned from romantic disappointments
Julie Klausner


It's safe to say that I'm not a fan of this book, while it still is in my preferred genre (memoirs from people who are not famous at all but still think they can write books), this book was not a catch. It took me a while to get into this book and I wasn't sure if I was going to finish it, honestly. But I trudged on and I sort of found some of it endearing. I think it's mostly because I couldn't relate to any of her stories since she always ends up having sex. It's not Blue Ball, let's just say that. And to add to it, the authors picture she has in the back makes her look like Kathy Griffin (whose memoir was awesome, by the way). 
Klausner spent a lot of time making me feel like she thought she was better than everyone. There's nothing I hate more than girls who shop at thrift stores, as she did in her younger years, and think that they're above everyone else. Like you're not the greatest thing to ever walk the planet cause you work at some indie record store, yet you hate indie music. 
There was one story, about Ben, I think, that I related to. If you read the book, you'll understand completely. I've never really had resolution to my issue with my Ben about why I still carry on with Ben. But this made sense to me for some reason. I'll feel bad if it's not the chapter about Ben. 
Anyway, the thing that I did like about this book is she made it seem like you can screw around in your twenties. I told myself when I turn 25 I wasn't going to make any more stupid decisions, which is impossible. But anyway, I made some while I was 25. Maybe when I'm 26 I won't, but we all know I will, just like every other single female. Anyway, it seems that it's okay for me to keep doing what I'm doing and when I turn 30, I'll magically know that I don't need to be with everyone that asks...or doesn't ask, just does. 
(which, side note, I think I'm getting back to that, maybe I'm almost 30)