Fall Reads: Books to curl up to

Ahh…. autumn, and this year being one of my most leisurely yet (no work commute, not training this fall), I hope to be as successful in ploughing through books like I was in the summer.
Last year, I read Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat Pray Love and it was fun, insightful, and uplifting–kind of sweet but you knew where it was going and I hate the smugness that I cannot separate from foreshadowing. This year, I heard of Andrew Gottlieb’s Drink Play F@#k… I’m always a year behind, it seems. Is it a worthy parody? Reading a guy’s take on a year off seemed like the most appropriate way to “complete” the experience.
Quick review: I often find memoirs or narrations written by men off-putting. I can feel the know-it-all, self-promoting tone that churns my stomach. Okay, Drink, Play, F–k is not exactly a memoir so it’s not actually a loss of masculinity for the narrator to be self-deprecating and honest. Perhaps the intended audience is women who want to hear a fake man display some uncertainty at times and rail at his evil, princess-y ex-wife… because we wouldn’t be such horrid wives to a doting, providing, resourceful man…. I’m sure where were bits that shone in Eat, Pray, Love that I have long-since forgotten, but two that stand out ┬áis his gut-wrenching reaction to losing at poker and his comparison of men and women to different operating systems (i.e., Mac OS and Windows)–we can get along but we can really not get along.
I was penciling into my calendar the theatrical release date for Julie and Julia but, not surprisingly, didn’t get around to watching it. Getting the book–it was on sale–was much easier and I just finished reading it. It’s a breeze of a read, funny and delicious. I love the idea of her crazy goal–making every recipe, no exceptions–and the life it takes one, the purpose it gives you. If there is a sub-genre that I seem to be enjoying these days, it is memoirs written by bloggers.
One day, I marched over to NPY’s office after picking up several books I found on the same shelf at the library: Trinny and Susannah’s Body Shape Bible, How Not to Look Old, and The Little Black Book of Style. Of course, NPY’s co-worker starts flipping through my stack of books and I have to snatch them away quickly, explaining that they are “self-help” books. The first two books are ones you flip through quickly, picking out what you need. For the style book, I will have to read it and savour the intelligence passed on.
Recently, I had some time to kill in a bookstore and I saw Jane Austen and Seth Grahame-Smith’s Pride and Prejudice and Zombies and while I scoffed at the idea, there is something compelling about interlacing a zombie storyline with straight-laced Austen prose. (By the way, I don’t understand the humour about zombie attacks but I guess it is an interesting fake scenario to do real research (PDF) on. :S) Such sequels or copycats (the author is different) such as Sense and Sensibility and Sea-Monsters looks extremely hokey and derivative. So I’ve put myself on the library’s waiting list for the original–needless to say, the list is very long.
Finally, NPY remarked that I don’t read much non-fiction and with my recent cleaning binge, I whole-heartedly agree and my next books, boring as it seems, are the non-fics languishing from neglect on my bookshelf. It starts with The End of Overeating: Taking Control of the Insatiable American Appetite (actually, a loan from the library), then Everything Bad for You is Good for You, It Must’ve Been Something I Ate, and Reading Like a Writer.
Yeah, serious stuff for a serious season. :)

On this day..

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  1. I read Eat Pray Love, and I thought it was merely ok. There was a selfishness underlying her narrative that often peeked through. This is the first I’ve heard of this parody, though!

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