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HITS & MISSESSIMON RichI laughed so hard at times I peed a little bit...
5.01 STARS |
Simon Rich was an ordinary boy, born to an ordinary family, in New York City. That is if ordinary translates into being raised in a family of academics gifted with a love of the quill.
Little did little Simon know, his destiny included entertaining by spinning twisted yarns derived from deep inside his brain, fueled by the hamsters ferociously rotating the creativity wheels of the absurd. Rumour has it: Simon was born with pen and pad in hand.
Another rumour suggests Simon’s first words were, “Horsey” and “The British Are Coming” – which oddly enough, in Hits & Misses, he writes a story from the perspective of a horse ending with the horse’s fate being determined to be: glue?
Experts question the roots of his scattered-genius-creativity, often asking: How could an ordinary boy born into an ordinary family be so mentally (insert your descriptive word here)?
There have been suggestions he fell off his imaginary horse, Louis, often; tapping his head on the floor each time he fell—and after each tap, his whack-creativity poured from his clouded-mind freely—in turn, producing a series of comedic gems found in the stories of his laugh-out-really (a “really” bad and unimaginative adjective)-loud book, Hits & Misses.
Whether any of my above thoughts are true-facts, or fake, we are lucky for the traumatic events that certainly must have occurred in Simon’s ordinary boy life, to allow him to mess with our minds with such hilarity—begging the question: Is there something wrong with me when I guffaw while reading, or did I hit my head as well, allowing me to get it? In this case, “it’ – being Simon.
Thanks, Simon, because of you, I finally can accept, I’m not normal.
Read: Hits & Misses – if you don’t find it side-splittingly hilarious, oh well, it must suck to be…
Little did little Simon know, his destiny included entertaining by spinning twisted yarns derived from deep inside his brain, fueled by the hamsters ferociously rotating the creativity wheels of the absurd. Rumour has it: Simon was born with pen and pad in hand.
Another rumour suggests Simon’s first words were, “Horsey” and “The British Are Coming” – which oddly enough, in Hits & Misses, he writes a story from the perspective of a horse ending with the horse’s fate being determined to be: glue?
Experts question the roots of his scattered-genius-creativity, often asking: How could an ordinary boy born into an ordinary family be so mentally (insert your descriptive word here)?
There have been suggestions he fell off his imaginary horse, Louis, often; tapping his head on the floor each time he fell—and after each tap, his whack-creativity poured from his clouded-mind freely—in turn, producing a series of comedic gems found in the stories of his laugh-out-really (a “really” bad and unimaginative adjective)-loud book, Hits & Misses.
Whether any of my above thoughts are true-facts, or fake, we are lucky for the traumatic events that certainly must have occurred in Simon’s ordinary boy life, to allow him to mess with our minds with such hilarity—begging the question: Is there something wrong with me when I guffaw while reading, or did I hit my head as well, allowing me to get it? In this case, “it’ – being Simon.
Thanks, Simon, because of you, I finally can accept, I’m not normal.
Read: Hits & Misses – if you don’t find it side-splittingly hilarious, oh well, it must suck to be…
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educatedTARA WestoverUpsetting + Courageous + Disturbing + Harrowing + Gross + Enlightening
5 STARS |
I hated this book—I loved this book—that was only three chapters in.
Tara Westover is a ridiculously courageous individual who endured what must be as close to an unendurable upbringing possible. It’s hard to fathom what she went through as a child and still be okay. I don’t believe she’s okay. Could she possibly be okay?
This book upset me. Mostly because, I didn’t laugh once, how could I?
I thank her for sharing. As much as her story is about brainwashing by family and religion, I found it to mirror everyday realities for all of us: facts are taught to us by those who are spewing the facts, when gone unchecked and delivered with delusion or manipulation reality becomes skewed and what we believe to be true may be so far from the truth it becomes crippling. That was Tara’s upbringing, Mormonism and family (father mostly) shaded her from the world and until she escaped its clutches (which she likely never truly did, or has done), did the realities of the world outside of upbringing become clear.
I wanted to scream at her to open her eyes. You must escape your family. They are disgusting and toxic. They are flawed, ill, destructive—demented. Her descriptions of violence and trauma, accidents, explosions, etcetera—had me cringing, borderline projectile vomiting—and wondering: how anyone could possibly survive?
Family is a powerful sickness at times. We all want to belong. We all want a home. A place of beginning. A place of safety. The education I received and what I think many readers will struggle with: No matter how messed up your family history may be, no matter how damaged the core is; I don’t think there is a single person on this spinning rock that doesn’t want it to be their safe place.
In Tara’s case it is not, and as much as her shrouded education came from her father, and his likely came from his father before, and his—breeding generations of sickness, I do understand her need to find forgiveness and her burning desire for it not to be what it is!
I hope one day: she laughs.
Tara Westover is a ridiculously courageous individual who endured what must be as close to an unendurable upbringing possible. It’s hard to fathom what she went through as a child and still be okay. I don’t believe she’s okay. Could she possibly be okay?
This book upset me. Mostly because, I didn’t laugh once, how could I?
I thank her for sharing. As much as her story is about brainwashing by family and religion, I found it to mirror everyday realities for all of us: facts are taught to us by those who are spewing the facts, when gone unchecked and delivered with delusion or manipulation reality becomes skewed and what we believe to be true may be so far from the truth it becomes crippling. That was Tara’s upbringing, Mormonism and family (father mostly) shaded her from the world and until she escaped its clutches (which she likely never truly did, or has done), did the realities of the world outside of upbringing become clear.
I wanted to scream at her to open her eyes. You must escape your family. They are disgusting and toxic. They are flawed, ill, destructive—demented. Her descriptions of violence and trauma, accidents, explosions, etcetera—had me cringing, borderline projectile vomiting—and wondering: how anyone could possibly survive?
Family is a powerful sickness at times. We all want to belong. We all want a home. A place of beginning. A place of safety. The education I received and what I think many readers will struggle with: No matter how messed up your family history may be, no matter how damaged the core is; I don’t think there is a single person on this spinning rock that doesn’t want it to be their safe place.
In Tara’s case it is not, and as much as her shrouded education came from her father, and his likely came from his father before, and his—breeding generations of sickness, I do understand her need to find forgiveness and her burning desire for it not to be what it is!
I hope one day: she laughs.
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BUFFERINGHANNAH HartFamily despair + Coming to Terms with Identity—Delivered with heaping helpings of empathy!
5 STARS |
What if your mother was mentally disorganized—unable to take care of herself—how could she possibly take care of her children?
Of course: your older sister is living the same reality as you—your norms—all you know. A second father arrives, riding in on a broken horse—not your father—he is attracted to dysfunction—attempting to save a floundering soul—confusing life more—a baby sister arrives.
How the bleep do you survive and become a light when your world is draped in darkness?
When I read Buffering, I had no idea who Hannah Hart is—one of the few—I think. Hannah’s story may be disruptively unique—smeared with neglect—usually leading to misery and despair—however; with insurmountable hurdles stacked in front of her, and her sisters—she finds a way to share without burdening the readers with sadness and pain. She has endured a reality few could comprehend—but one many may use avoidance to hide from—we all have layers of dysfunction in our lives.
What makes Buffering outstanding, and a must-read: it is not Hannah’s struggles with sexuality, family dysfunction, etcetera—what makes it outstanding: she intuitively writes about her experiences, while at the same time have them be about something much more substantial than self. Hannah is a talented narrator—entertainer. Thankfully, she found the courage to share her challenges—she has survived. She seems to understand her voice may help others, those less fortunate, to find strength as well!
Of course: your older sister is living the same reality as you—your norms—all you know. A second father arrives, riding in on a broken horse—not your father—he is attracted to dysfunction—attempting to save a floundering soul—confusing life more—a baby sister arrives.
How the bleep do you survive and become a light when your world is draped in darkness?
When I read Buffering, I had no idea who Hannah Hart is—one of the few—I think. Hannah’s story may be disruptively unique—smeared with neglect—usually leading to misery and despair—however; with insurmountable hurdles stacked in front of her, and her sisters—she finds a way to share without burdening the readers with sadness and pain. She has endured a reality few could comprehend—but one many may use avoidance to hide from—we all have layers of dysfunction in our lives.
What makes Buffering outstanding, and a must-read: it is not Hannah’s struggles with sexuality, family dysfunction, etcetera—what makes it outstanding: she intuitively writes about her experiences, while at the same time have them be about something much more substantial than self. Hannah is a talented narrator—entertainer. Thankfully, she found the courage to share her challenges—she has survived. She seems to understand her voice may help others, those less fortunate, to find strength as well!
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we are never meeting in real life.Samantha IRBYA disruptive collection of dysfunction + insecurity that will have you guffawing about life
5 STARS |
Samantha Irby is a full-figured, somewhat-introverted, black woman. She has stories to share. Moreover, with biting candour: she shares. Irby highlights the heartfelt realities of her life struggles mostly learning to accept whom she has become. She seems to want to hide from the world while at the same time screaming out: LOOK AT ME! At least--README!
As much as her collection of stories are wit-filled diatribes on the perils of living in one's own skin, what makes the book standout is her courage to allow vulnerability to sneak onto the pages—and when it does, Irby turns the awkward pain into a slightly up-turned smirk. Only slightly. Laughter comes from pain. An abusive, manipulative, alcoholic father may provide a plethora of comedy necessary to survive. I’m not a full-figured black woman. Also, this life is hers, not mine—but, as much as humour allows us to cope—I would be surprised if before the laughter grew roots, it drowned in tears.
In the end: I’m glad I heard her screaming: README.
It might have been the dishevelled cat on the cover doing the screaming!
I guffawed, cringed, a tear almost made it into my left eye, a couple of times I considered puking—but mostly: I enjoyed escaping into her life.
If you enjoy a witty take on such shallow topics as racism, alcoholism, mental health issues, isolation, sex, lesbianism—you will love this book! Mainly, if you are an alcoholic who is suffering from problems mental-health while being isolated from the world, as you struggle with sexuality + the health issues that arise—from not the best eating plan, well, this book might be about you (us), or someone we know, READ IT!
I apologise for yelling: read it!
As much as her collection of stories are wit-filled diatribes on the perils of living in one's own skin, what makes the book standout is her courage to allow vulnerability to sneak onto the pages—and when it does, Irby turns the awkward pain into a slightly up-turned smirk. Only slightly. Laughter comes from pain. An abusive, manipulative, alcoholic father may provide a plethora of comedy necessary to survive. I’m not a full-figured black woman. Also, this life is hers, not mine—but, as much as humour allows us to cope—I would be surprised if before the laughter grew roots, it drowned in tears.
In the end: I’m glad I heard her screaming: README.
It might have been the dishevelled cat on the cover doing the screaming!
I guffawed, cringed, a tear almost made it into my left eye, a couple of times I considered puking—but mostly: I enjoyed escaping into her life.
If you enjoy a witty take on such shallow topics as racism, alcoholism, mental health issues, isolation, sex, lesbianism—you will love this book! Mainly, if you are an alcoholic who is suffering from problems mental-health while being isolated from the world, as you struggle with sexuality + the health issues that arise—from not the best eating plan, well, this book might be about you (us), or someone we know, READ IT!
I apologise for yelling: read it!
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BEST DAY EVERKAIRA RoudaA unique voice narrating a story in a riveting, gripping way, questioning self with every page turned
5 STARS |
Best Day Ever reads like a world-class DJ dropping beats—slowly elevating the reader to a crescendo—then sending them into a whirlwind ride racing toward a gripping, compelling, at a relentless pace, flashing twists and horror, until the end: leaves you gasping.
Love the ending?
Hate the ending?
There is no doubt Kaira’s prose is deft at drawing readers in—and guessing what may come next—with the last words opening up to debate.
The characters: We know them. As much as this is a work of fiction, I could not help but examine my life—wondering: have I ever behaved abhorrently like the main character? Have I ever placed, or do I know anyone who has; put a “loved” one in a place where love does not exist, where control disgusts?
Love the ending?
Hate the ending?
There is no doubt Kaira’s prose is deft at drawing readers in—and guessing what may come next—with the last words opening up to debate.
The characters: We know them. As much as this is a work of fiction, I could not help but examine my life—wondering: have I ever behaved abhorrently like the main character? Have I ever placed, or do I know anyone who has; put a “loved” one in a place where love does not exist, where control disgusts?
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GOD: A HUMAN HISTORYReza ASLANA light read that may mess with your mind while shining a different light on your GOD
5 STARS |
I picked up GOD because I figured it would be a light-spirited informative read.
Before I share my thoughts, I’d like to get my exaltations out of the way: Reza Aslan is a gifted writer—an intellect who makes my head spin—I’ve watched him dismantle talking heads on television. He scares me into wanting to be smart.
That’s enough sunshine. The real reason I picked up the book is that I’m God uninformed. My beliefs are simplistic: I believe we are supposed to trip toward kindness and that most other things we endure in life are just divisive noise. Do we need a God to tell us light is better than darkness?
Maybe, I’m naïve.
Before I share my thoughts, I’d like to get my exaltations out of the way: Reza Aslan is a gifted writer—an intellect who makes my head spin—I’ve watched him dismantle talking heads on television. He scares me into wanting to be smart.
That’s enough sunshine. The real reason I picked up the book is that I’m God uninformed. My beliefs are simplistic: I believe we are supposed to trip toward kindness and that most other things we endure in life are just divisive noise. Do we need a God to tell us light is better than darkness?
Maybe, I’m naïve.
GOD, a beautifully written book that for me highlighted the perilous nature of humanity as some of us desperately try to control others because of egos left unchecked. The book resonated loudly, helping me to understand we are all the same flawed creatures—losing ourselves in an unquenchable thirst for power.
If GOD does exist: could someone please explain politics (pmurt)?
Pick up this book. If you have a background in theology, it may provide a different view—maybe not. If religious studies passed you by as you struggled through life, like me, GOD is a nice light way to mess with your mind—maybe on a Sunday.
I do not fear GOD, but at the same time, any book with GOD in the title, just for divinity sake, warrants 5 STARS.
I enjoyed GOD. How could I not, “he watches the sun forever chase the moon across the vault of heaven.”
Thanks, Reza.
If GOD does exist: could someone please explain politics (pmurt)?
Pick up this book. If you have a background in theology, it may provide a different view—maybe not. If religious studies passed you by as you struggled through life, like me, GOD is a nice light way to mess with your mind—maybe on a Sunday.
I do not fear GOD, but at the same time, any book with GOD in the title, just for divinity sake, warrants 5 STARS.
I enjoyed GOD. How could I not, “he watches the sun forever chase the moon across the vault of heaven.”
Thanks, Reza.
