Books in November

Because I’m slow and lazy I’ve been putting this off, I don’t know why exactly. Anyway. These are the books I am planning to read in November. I’ve already finished one, and it was… I can’t even, I don’t know. Oh my God. Yeah, anyway. So that’ll be fun. Go November. It’s November, oh God time moves so fast.

The Book Thief by Marcus Zusak
So, this is a big, popular kind of book. People keep saying how outstanding and awesome it is, and there’s a movie based on it coming out. Also, I needed an author who started with Z, so Zusak helped. It is about a young girl named Liesel Meminger, who is a kid during WW II. She is sent to a foster family to be away from the action as much as possible. She can’t read in the beginning, but she seems fascinated by books, so she starts stealing them, and learning to read them. The book seems pretty interesting, and it’s narrated by Death, so that’s something new.

The Prague Cemetery by Umberto Eco
Didn’t finish this last month. So I need to finish it. It’s quite intriguing, weird, and a bit confusing.

Days of Blood and Starlight by Laini Taylor
I read the first book not long ago. It’s so gorgeous and so beautiful, and so amazing. I’m gushing and rambling. Anyway. This is the second book. It is about what happens after Akiva tells Karou what he did to her world. Akiva thought she was dead, so he went a little apocalyptic on them. Karou basically runs from him to find her family and friends, and she leaves Zuzanna behind in our world. Akiva goes home to his world and his garrison. Basically they have to go on with their lives after they found out how majorly they sort of fucked up their lives. And they have to go on, knowing they love each other and their families and friends hate each other. It sounds intriguing, and I have heard it’s awesome.

1984 by George Orwell
It’s about time I read 1984. I just haven’t gotten that far yet, which is a lame excuse, but now I have a copy of it, which helps. It’s one of those books you’re supposed to have read, which is nice. It’s a dystopian novel about a man named Winston who works for the Ministry of truth. Big Brother is watching over everything and every one. There is thought police and all that carry-on. Also, how prescient is this book? Written in 1949 guys. Impressive dude that George Orwell. Yeah. I have a thing, sort of with 1984. There is this saying, which is a bit of a cliché, but you know: 1984 was a warning, not an instruction manual. And a teacher used this expression to teach us something or other. And a guy in my class was unaware that 1984 was a book. And it is extremely weird, because essentially he didn’t have the same frame of reference as me, odd. Yeah, anyway. I’m gonna read that. Second Orwell book this year. I’m on a roll.

Hold me Closer, Necromancer by Lish McBride
This is a book I picked up based solely on the title. It’s absolutely bloody brilliant. Then I read the back and figured out it sounded wonderful. It is about a young man named Sam who meets a creepy dude named Douglas, who turns out to be a necromancer. It also turns out that Sam has some latent necromancy ability. And then suddenly his worst nightmare wants to join forces. It sounds wonderful. And the second book in the series is called Necromancing the stone. I would read these books based only on their titles, because I’m a nerd, I love stupid puns and jokes.

The Time Machine by H. G. Wells
If I have time I will try to read the Time Machine. There is something weirdly ironic about me reading the Time Machine if I have time. Maybe I could travel back in time? No I can’t. Time travel isn’t real you idiot. I’m the idiot, I talk to myself, both live and in print. I’m odd. The edition I have is only like 85 pages though, so it should be doable. Yeah, anyway. That’ll be fun.

Yeah, so that’s November for you. Or for me. Different kinds of books.