RebeccaLyR's BookCrossing Journal
1 journaler for this copy...
To cut down on the time it takes my profile to load, I'll use this journal to track the books I've read and any BC activities such as release challenges...
Borrowing this idea from KF-in-Georgia who got it from Antof9.
Borrowing this idea from KF-in-Georgia who got it from Antof9.
BOOKS READ IN 2005
(I haven't updated the links to point to journal entries yet. One of these days...)
- Between a Rock and a Hard Place (Aron Ralston ; Jan 13)
- Love in the Time of Cholera (Gabriel Garcia Marquez ; Feb ? )
- Brain, Child's Greatest Hits, 2000-2003 (Various ; Mar 04)
- The Time Traveller's Wife ( Audrey Niffenegger ; Mar 10 )
- The Opposite of Fate ( Amy Tan ; Mar 24 )
- Millions! (Marian Murphy ; Apr 23)
- The Parrot Who Owns Me (Joanna Burger ; Apr 26)
- The Last Juror (John Grisham ; May 24)
- Eats, Shoots and Leaves (Lynne Truss ; May 31)
- Madras on Rainy Days (Samina Ali ; Jun 12)
- Meridian (Alice Walker ; July 3)
- Man Walks Into a Room (Nicole Krauss ; July 18)
- Real Florida: Key Lime Pies, Worm Fiddlers, a Man Called Frog and Other Endangered Species (Jeff Klinkenberg ; July 26)
- Dark Star (Alan Dean Foster ; August 8)
- What Dreams May Come (Richard Matheson ; August 13)
- The Kindness of Strangers (Katrina Kittle; August 25)
- Wuhu Diary (Emily Prager ; September 11)
- Dixie Chicken (Frank Ronan ; October 2)
- The Coma (Alex Garland ; October 9)
- Hill Country (Janice Woods Wendle ; November 16)
- The Parrot Man Mystery (Kathy Pelta, Karen Ritz ; November 13)
- SeaBiscuit (Laura Hillenbrand ; November 21)
- Me Talk Pretty One Day (David Sedaris ; November 28)
- The Whale Rider (Witi Ihimaera ; November 29)
- Blessings (Anna Quindlen ; December 9)
- If Only They Could Talk: The Miracles of Spring Farm (Bonnie Jones Reynolds & Dawn E. Hayman ; December 17)
- A Simple, Decent Place to Live (Millard Fuller ; December 29)
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| date | time | registered before | registered now | |
| yokaye | 12/26 | 23:00 | 143 | |
| gypsysmom | 01/09 | 17:00 | 356 | |
| Jebbie74 | 01/13 | 15:13 | 1548 | |
| cnfotp | 01/15 | 13:00 | 28 | |
| reulte | 01/17 | 251 | ||
| goldlis | 02/15 | 1092 | ||
| mrsjones | 02/28 | 21:30 | 350 | |
| SCOUT-FINCH | 03/21 | 01:00 | 592 | |
| charbono | 03/24 | 10:49 | 936 | |
| kbudgie | 03/28 | 12:05 | 32 | |
| AnnevO | 03/30 | 07:23 | 38 | |
| BigrTex | 04/01 | 13:13 | 401 | |
| RebeccaLyR | 04/07 | 15:42 | 350 | |
| boreal | 04/15 | 14:00 | 1395 | |
| solittletime | 04/17 | 11:59 | 6403 | |
| ILuvToRead2 | 04/18 | 14:03 | 973 | |
| genielady | 05/14 | 14:17 | 846 | |
| hfitz5051 | 06/03 | 01:29 | 469 |
From Frank Ronan's Dixie Chicken...
I have to say that if a tribe of Israel was lost I never missed it. Don't get me wrong. Me and the Jews go a long way back, and by and large they are a healthily sceptical lot who enjoy themselves with an abandon that is only possible if you know the world is against you... It was the Jews who first stumbled across me when I embarked on this career, and for a while things were fairly inense between us. But no marriage can last fo eternity, and when I got some of my big breaks and a shot at world domination they were understandably miffed. I felt bad about it at the time, but I had no choice. I had a chance to push myself beyond the boundaries of possibility, to be more than a footnote in a theological encyclopaedia; I had a mission to justify my existence. That was long time ago and most of them have got over it by now, apart from the ones with the ringlets who still go about with the bitter expression of the abandoned first wife of a novelist made good, pretending that they are the chosen ones and believing that a choice once made is forever. ...
I have wandered. There was a reason for bringing the Jews into this, but I've forgotten it for the moment. It wasn't anything very obvious, nothing to do with the camps or anything like that although I know that is what is expected of me, but I won't rise to it. You all supposed that if I existed I would have done something about the camps. Even the Rabbis put me on trial and declared me dead (earning my amiration in the process), but what was I supposed to do? The earth is not my domain. Death an suffering are not tragedies in my eyes. The camps were human: they were your responsibility, not mine. They were within the scope of your interference, not of mine. I may be capable of noticing every sparrow that falls from the sky, but I'm not necessarily in the business of giving each one a coronary by-pass, and I'm not overcome with sorrow at the sight of it. If I had to mourn every tragedy in the world there wouldn't be time for anything else. Who on earth, I'd like to know, started the rumour that God is compassionate? It is one of those lunatic ideas which grew with Christianity, becase a lot of those attracted to early Christianity were people with more compassion than sense. ... How could I possibly afford the luxury of compassion? It was not my intention to raise this subject at all, and now that I have I should not have spoken of the camps in the past tense. These things are not in the past. I can see camps at this moment. Not on the same scale, but camps none the less. These things are part of your condition.
I have to say that if a tribe of Israel was lost I never missed it. Don't get me wrong. Me and the Jews go a long way back, and by and large they are a healthily sceptical lot who enjoy themselves with an abandon that is only possible if you know the world is against you... It was the Jews who first stumbled across me when I embarked on this career, and for a while things were fairly inense between us. But no marriage can last fo eternity, and when I got some of my big breaks and a shot at world domination they were understandably miffed. I felt bad about it at the time, but I had no choice. I had a chance to push myself beyond the boundaries of possibility, to be more than a footnote in a theological encyclopaedia; I had a mission to justify my existence. That was long time ago and most of them have got over it by now, apart from the ones with the ringlets who still go about with the bitter expression of the abandoned first wife of a novelist made good, pretending that they are the chosen ones and believing that a choice once made is forever. ...
I have wandered. There was a reason for bringing the Jews into this, but I've forgotten it for the moment. It wasn't anything very obvious, nothing to do with the camps or anything like that although I know that is what is expected of me, but I won't rise to it. You all supposed that if I existed I would have done something about the camps. Even the Rabbis put me on trial and declared me dead (earning my amiration in the process), but what was I supposed to do? The earth is not my domain. Death an suffering are not tragedies in my eyes. The camps were human: they were your responsibility, not mine. They were within the scope of your interference, not of mine. I may be capable of noticing every sparrow that falls from the sky, but I'm not necessarily in the business of giving each one a coronary by-pass, and I'm not overcome with sorrow at the sight of it. If I had to mourn every tragedy in the world there wouldn't be time for anything else. Who on earth, I'd like to know, started the rumour that God is compassionate? It is one of those lunatic ideas which grew with Christianity, becase a lot of those attracted to early Christianity were people with more compassion than sense. ... How could I possibly afford the luxury of compassion? It was not my intention to raise this subject at all, and now that I have I should not have spoken of the camps in the past tense. These things are not in the past. I can see camps at this moment. Not on the same scale, but camps none the less. These things are part of your condition.
I saw this quote on one of the forums and loved it. From So Many Books, So Little Time by Sara Nelson:
Allowing yourself to stop reading a book--at page 25, 50, or even, less frequently, a few chapters from the end--is a rite of passage in a reader's life, the literary equivalent of a bar mitzvah or a communion, the moment at which you look at yourself and announce: Today I am an adult. I can make my own decisions.
...
Now, thanks to maturity, or psychotherapy, or the simple fact that as I get older I have a lot less time and even less patience, I have given up my membership in the book equivalent of the Clean Plate Club. If I don't like it, I stop reading.
...
Letting myself off the hook has been beneficial in any number of ways, not the least of which is that it gives me more time to devote to books I actually do like. And, I suppose, knowing I don't have to finish everything I start makes me braver in making out-of-the-mainstream choices in the first place. If I were still laboring under the assumption that an unfinished book would screw up my reading GPA, I might never have tried to fathom Vaclav Havel, for instance. (Never mind that that 'tried' comes with an elliptical but understood 'and failed.)'
Allowing yourself to stop reading a book--at page 25, 50, or even, less frequently, a few chapters from the end--is a rite of passage in a reader's life, the literary equivalent of a bar mitzvah or a communion, the moment at which you look at yourself and announce: Today I am an adult. I can make my own decisions.
...
Now, thanks to maturity, or psychotherapy, or the simple fact that as I get older I have a lot less time and even less patience, I have given up my membership in the book equivalent of the Clean Plate Club. If I don't like it, I stop reading.
...
Letting myself off the hook has been beneficial in any number of ways, not the least of which is that it gives me more time to devote to books I actually do like. And, I suppose, knowing I don't have to finish everything I start makes me braver in making out-of-the-mainstream choices in the first place. If I were still laboring under the assumption that an unfinished book would screw up my reading GPA, I might never have tried to fathom Vaclav Havel, for instance. (Never mind that that 'tried' comes with an elliptical but understood 'and failed.)'
