KISSYBOOK PROJECT * It's a book about kissing.

I enter a bookshop meaning to buy a book of either Spanish or French grammar, and I come out of there with a copy of Why we can't be christians (let alone catholics) instead.


(HEY. The book was written by a mathematician AND the prologue's title is "To christians and cretins". How in hell was I meant to resist?)

Oh, and keep your fingers crossed for me. If I'm lucky, I'll post one pic by the end of the day, and two more by Wednesday. I really have to get back into the swing of drawing.

ETA: FUCK! I've got over 10000 visits already! O_o Okay, make that a total of four pics instead of three... anyone who wants to claim the kiriban? :P

ETA2: I just received a txt message, which said:


Yeah, I did. Sad, sad, sad. I have friends who may know me too well.

KISSYBOOK PROJECT * It's a book about kissing.
If you're wondering about my new "lj-name": Chomp, chomp, chomp.

Long ago, I signed up at - and then left it at that, since it's not really the website for me. I am too possessive of books. If one came to my hands, and I liked a real lot... I probably wouldn't leave it around again. Which is sort of against the point, isn't it. Still, this morning, near the of tha bar where I usually go, I found The Iliad. So I thought, well, why not. It's in prose (obviously enough), which makes me curious, and it should have passed enough time since High School that I should be actyually able to read and enjoy it without cringing. ;P

Anyway, I'm telling you this, because I remembered there was a bookish quotes page, and. Oh, the love. Screw The Iliad, I'll be rereading Comme Un Roman today. (Or maybe not, since I'm currently rereading The Truce, but still. (and - oh sod it, I can't start talking about it here. It would be the longest bracket known to history.))

Some examples:

J. W. Eagan: "Never judge a book by its movie."

Oscar Wilde: "Oh, it is absurd to have a hard and fast rule about what one should read and what one shouldn't. More than half of modern culture depends on what one shouldn't read."

Groucho Marx: "Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside a dog, it's too dark to read."

"I must say that I find television very educational. The minute somebody turns it on, I go to the library and read a book."

"From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it."

And a few more examples: )


As for the Fanfictions Quotes Meme, a few hints )

The results will be posted sometimes late this afternoon (my time) or tomorrow at lunch (still my time. :P). It's all ready, I just have to post it. :D

Voice Meme!

Oct. 4th, 2005 10:52 am
[ profile] gothikmaus started this madness, and now I'm blaming her for it. You all should, too. ;P

I want to hear you talk!

You see, what I want you to do is:

1) Think of a quote you've particularly liked, and find it

2) Pick up the book/file in question

3) Read it aloud, recording your voice in the meanwhile

4) And then, of course, post it all on lj.

"Whooo-eee," said Crowley. "Where have you been?"
Good Omens, page 335.

(if you haven't read the book but intend to, don't listen to it. It could very likely spoil the fun.)

The complete quote behind lj-cut, because it could spoil the fun for those who haven't read the book. I did the whole page, because.. well, the single line on its own wouldn't have made much sense. But that was one of things that had me almost laughing the most. Oh, yes.

Also, I've still got the cold, so don't expect it to be who knows what. (not that the without-cold-me is that better... but if I have a plausible excuse, I use it. ;P) I could have waited, but I didn't really want to. :D The idea sounded like too much fun. (And it was!)

'Excuse me,' said the angel. The trio looked at him. 'This Great Plan,' he said, 'this would be...' )
Just this morning I chose the gift for dad's birthday. Well, actually he's the 29th, but at least the gift-chosing it's over and done with.

Oh, yes, it's definitely an interested gift. :D :D Honestly, I find nothing wrong with that, if it's about common interests... *evil laugh*

So, at the start of August I'll be reading Toole's "A Confederacy of Dunces". :D And playing with Sudoku even more than what I'm already... But maybe some of you don't know what Sudoku is. )

And that's my new addiction... Me ♥ sudoku. Tesssoooooro... :P
The Book Meme - lj cuts exist, so I should use them sometimes. )

I was thinking... is there some sort of books-database, along Imdb's guidelines?


Ni! I've been trying to answer your emails... but the site isn't working, it doesn't let me log in. *insert random curse here* I'll try again later, or at worst I'll send it tomorrow. :(


And gah, but it's hot outside, and I'm long sleeved and with no sunglasses. So, if you see a penguin (well, I'm not dressed that much, actually) going around squinting, that's probably me. Heh! Looks like I haven't been so much of an optimist ("You're a pessimist," said Rabdomant. "No, just a well-informed optimist." Postel-Wagner replied.) as I'd thought this morning. :)
I have just (as in a couple of days ago, but that's irrelevant) found another kindred spirit who loves Pennac... I couldn't let it go by without some sort of party, now could I? :D

So, blame it on [ profile] wild_boys. Who, as I'm told, is perfectly happy with taking said blame. :D

The Imprescriptible Rights of the Reader )

From Daniel Pennac's Comme un Roman.

ETA: Oh, I forgot to mention that sooner or later I will build an enourmous stiletto, nick a pullman somewhere and start a trip in Europe (well, Australia is that bit too far).

Yeah, I've seen Priscilla, The Queen of the Desert. Pure madness, I tell you. Mwah!

ETA 2 - To Whom It May Concern:

I found an online site where you can download some good old "frustrating grafic adventure games". :) To play them you'll need ScummVM. Near each one of them I specified the language. So many of them are in Italian... *sigh* does anyone know of places where to find them in English? I'd love to play them, especially the first two Monkeys. :D
Links )
(I'm currently very proud of myself. I'm just been at Eurochocolate - which is just a great scam, truth to be told, because a large part of the products is the same that you can find everywhere, all the year, save that here they are all together, and that they are more expensive. Anyway, what I'm proud of is that I managed to wander there and NOT buy anything. Even if Laura, a friend who was with me, had to physically remove me from the Lindt stand. And she said I often had a pained expression. Fancy that, with all that chocolate, salivation takes off.)

These last few days I read Roberto Bolaño's "Night By Chile", and Andrea Camilleri's "La mossa del cavallo".

I have the habit of quoting pieces of the books I find interesting. Only, I usually try to use English quotes. This time, though, since I read books written in Italian (one original and one translation), and I couldn't find an English version online, I'm afraid I can only offer you the Italian version. I could try to translate it, though.. We'll see. Maybe I'll edit this entry later on.

(If you know links where I could find the English versions, could you tell me? Thank you! =) )

Night By Chile )

This book (the one above, I mean) left me a strange aftertaste. It's consuming, without any doubt. I read the first 60 pages all in one go, and it felt like running a race. It just wouldn't let me lift my head and take a breath, if you know what I mean. The last part, in particular a scene a couple of pages after the passage mentioned above, made me remember a movie I saw about four years ago, and still haven't watched again ever since, "Garage Olimpo". Well, at the time, I hadn't seen yet anything remotely as hard. I still remember how shaken it left me, and that I was glad my best friend, who I knew understood me, was there with me. I think we barely talked, afterward. But I'm glad I went to see it, and I think I should watch it again now.

The Knight's Move )

Mwah! For the first time, someone made an icon from my art... It's here! Weee, I'll be smiling all day.

(And here starts a big ETA.)

I love Fabio Fazio. I love him. Saturday evening (uuuh, the things you can watch, if you're forced to stay home..) I saw his "Che tempo che fa", and he was interviewing Bondi. Did anyone see it? Really, that was a masterpiece. Fazio kept being his usual kind, polite, nice, meek self, and he kept making fun of Bondi, still in his nice, not-aggressive way, while Bondi didn't realize it, not even ONCE! I love that man, I really do.

And I also have to say that I like Fassino. I can't do anything about it. It was so refreshing, while I was seeing Ballaro' yesterday evening, that what I was thinking at one moment, shortly after was said by him. It doesn't happen often.

And I'd like to expand on the whole mess about Buttiglione, because I've heard people saying very, very, stupid things, but right now I don't have the time.
Life is good. I went to the bookshop for the first time in ages, and I ascertained that:
  • Monteroso doesn't appear neither on shelves or databases, but I'm not losing hope. =)
  • Kilbrack has been translated in Italian! Kilbrack! A woman looked strangely at me when I squealed, but I couldn't help it. :D
  • Daniel Pennac wrote another book, and I just bought it!! Oh, I so love that man.
And Brunella wins for two to one!
First: let's spread the Paddofotto love! Add it to your interests list. Come on, you know you want to.

Second.. so, I'm reading The Last of The Wine (which I'm liking, but no news here) (I can read it only a hour per day. No fair. No fair at all.), and I've reached the passage where Lysis asks Alexias whose son Xenophon is. It made me smile, because it is so typical of small towns. Heh, how many times I heard old people ask that! But it's only natural of small communities, where anyone knows anyone else (or their close relatives). For instance, to make someone else understand who I am, I only need to say my name and add that I'm the marshal's nephew.
Well, that's it. Pretty useless remark, really. Sorry. =P
Oh, hell.
Saturday I finished the book. I'm- well, speechless. Ok, to be honest there are a lot of things I'd like to say, but write them down would be too much like an essay. Plus I know I wouldn't be able to express me well using words only, so I'll keep quiet.
I expected some things (it does ring a bell, when leafing through your old history text you find out that Alexander's successors - other than Ptolemy, whom I remembered - were just Seleuco and Antigono Gonata), but I had no idea when them would happen.. in fact I was picturing another scenario, and the way it actually happened took me by surprise.
During the last chapters I couldn't help having bright eyes. And this is just the third book that made me feel that way. Really, I felt a weight on my stomach.
And I can't even make names for fear of spoiling someone too much!

No to mention that I won't listen to Songs about Jane with the same mood ever again. Secret and Not coming home kept playing in my head of their own sheer will.
Right now, I'm the very happy owner of:

one "The Persian Boy", Mary Renault;

one "Kilbrack : A Novel", Jamie O'Neill;

one "The Last of the Wine", Mary Renault;

one "Good Omens", Neil Gaiman.

Well, virtual owner. I doubt I'll lay my hands on them before the first week of June.. *sigh*



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