Stranger Things Happen to my brain
This is a reminder to myself that I am going to kick this semester’s butt and I am going to finish school and I am going to get the heck outta dodge. GO ME.
This is also a reminder to myself that I read (upon the entire world’s advice) Stranger Things Happen by Kelly Link last week. I felt lukewarm about parts of it, but liked the rest of it. One of the stories was about a librarian (in her words, although in reality he was just a student worker who worked circulation, and I hate to mince words, but believe you me, this does not a librarian make) who has covert library sex on the regular, and I read part of this story on the bus next to a girl I know that knows that I work in a library, and the entire time I felt awkward thinking she thought I was reading weird fetishist stories about covert library sex on the regular, which I was, but which I do not do all that often. I think Kelly Link has a weird and awesome brain. It appeals to me. I thought I had read another book of hers a few years ago that was full of jokes about math, and in this case, the joke was on me, because I didn’t understand any of them, but in retrospect I don’t think she wrote that book, and at this point it is totally evident that the end of the semester has completely taken its toll on me. So okay, I like Kelly Link, and any complaints that I did have are forgotten at this point. Basically, Stranger Things Happen went really well with my spooky suburban weekend in which I nearly had a brutal fight with three white-tailed deer and in which all I did was research Latin American literature and do a lot of walking in the woods with this little beastie:
In two weeks I will be a normal human being again, with a voracious reading appetite and MAYBE EVEN SOME FREE TIME. Hang in there, kid.