Masturbatory Awakenings and the Apocalypse at my Metro Station

Now that we’ve gotten over that juicy title, it’s back to the 18th century:

Last night I finished Lady Susan, by Jane Austen, and really enjoyed it. I think it’s my least favorite of her novels, but that isn’t saying much since I love them all. I think if Miss Austen had time to re-write Lady Susan in the narrative style, expanding more on each segment of the story, it would be just as delightful as her other books. As it is, the letter style has pretty serious limitations, a lot of the story goes untold, and it’s over too quickly. That being said, there was a lot that we wouldn’t have known about each character’s thoughts and relationships if it weren’t for the intimate style of the letters. Hmmm… will have to consider this further. And maybe read it again 🙂

At any rate, I’m very glad I read it, and I had a lot of fun reading it for the first time, and I’m looking forward to reading Sanditon and The Watsons.

I picked up three new books at the library today, and left my Austen at home, so I started reading How To Be a Woman by Caitlin Moran on the train this morning. This book is so much fun, even just in the first chapters, and yet offers some really interesting observations, and poses insightful questions. For example, she tells the story of her masturbatory awakening, and goes into a really great tangent about what the porn industry should be like. Plus, I get to awkwardly audibly chortle on the train on my way to work now, and blog about “masturbatory awakening,” which is a plus.

The two other books I picked up, in case you’re just dying to know, are The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan (which I feel like I should go ahead and extend my loan on this one – it’s a BIG book) and Changing Planes by Ursula K Le Guin, at the behest of some friends in whose judgement and taste I place great stock.


In other news – this morning my Metro station had a power outage, and it felt very post-apocalyptic: a stream of people quickly and silently walking down, down, down, into the dark bowels of the earth. Only emergency lights were on, so we were walking between pools of light and shadow, and I had a hard time seeing farther than the three or four people in front of me. Very much trusting to the agility of the people around me to save me if I fell, and hoping that there really was a train at the end of that tunnel.

I’ve also promised to finish my first read-through of my first NaNoWriMo novel tomorrow. Really not looking forward to it, but I guess it’ll be nice to have it over with…


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