Not the End of the World
Registered by ZaphodBeeblbrox of West Vancouver, British Columbia Canada on 1/5/2004
This Book is Currently in the Wild!
2 journalers for this copy...
Journal Entry 1 by ZaphodBeeblbrox from West Vancouver, British Columbia Canada on Monday, January 5, 2004
Bought this for a trip to Japan and it kept me going for a long time in the airport hope whoever finds it enjoys it as much. Atkinson is the author of some beautiful and moving prose her novels are also worth checking out especially behind the scenes of the museum but i think her short stories are definetly worth reading as they provide a good introduction to her work. Please enjoy!
Journal Entry 2 by ZaphodBeeblbrox at West Vancouver Memorial Library Parking Lot in West Vancouver, British Columbia Canada on Monday, January 5, 2004
Released on Monday, January 05, 2004 at West Vancouver Memorial Library Parking Lot in West Vancouver, British Columbia Canada.
Flower bed in the parking lot above the library...
Flower bed in the parking lot above the library...
Journal Entry 3 by sheherazade from Vancouver, British Columbia Canada on Thursday, January 15, 2004
I found the book on the flowerbed of the West Van Library, where the previous owner left it. I'd never heard of Bookcrossing before, but found the idea interesting.
I finished reading the book today (put it off for about a week), and I liked it. It's almost like a cycle of short stories. When I first started reading it, it pulled me in, because it was so bizarre to read about two girls daydreaming and shopping while they are apparently facing the end of the world. Then it turned me off when it danced around stories of dysfunctional families. But I was sucked back in by the middle. Every story is connected; that's what makes it interesting. At least one character from each story is connected to a character from another story, so it's like you're reading about the different lives of people connected to each other in the most arbitrary way, and you would never imagine their lives to be so full of depth, or sadness. I learned to look deeper through reading it.
The author seemed to have some recurring obsession with the show Buffy. Is it a UK thing? Buffy is referred to in every story. I've never been into that show myself, but I found it amusing.
I think I'll leave it in Buchanan Building A, at UBC. I figure at least one Arts student should be interested in reading it, no? Upstairs, in front of the vending machines somewhere.
I finished reading the book today (put it off for about a week), and I liked it. It's almost like a cycle of short stories. When I first started reading it, it pulled me in, because it was so bizarre to read about two girls daydreaming and shopping while they are apparently facing the end of the world. Then it turned me off when it danced around stories of dysfunctional families. But I was sucked back in by the middle. Every story is connected; that's what makes it interesting. At least one character from each story is connected to a character from another story, so it's like you're reading about the different lives of people connected to each other in the most arbitrary way, and you would never imagine their lives to be so full of depth, or sadness. I learned to look deeper through reading it.
The author seemed to have some recurring obsession with the show Buffy. Is it a UK thing? Buffy is referred to in every story. I've never been into that show myself, but I found it amusing.
I think I'll leave it in Buchanan Building A, at UBC. I figure at least one Arts student should be interested in reading it, no? Upstairs, in front of the vending machines somewhere.
Journal Entry 4 by sheherazade at UBC - University of British Columbia (see release notes for details) in Vancouver, British Columbia Canada on Friday, January 16, 2004
Release planned for Tuesday, January 20, 2004 at UBC - Buchanan Block A 2nd floor women's washroom in Vancouver, British Columbia Canada.
Women's washroom by the vending machines. In front of the mirror by the door.
Women's washroom by the vending machines. In front of the mirror by the door.