I’ve been saying for weeks how far behind I am on posting a new Stacked! It seems like I kept getting too far ahead of myself and loosing track of what I had to say about each one, and then I got just a tiny bit overwhelmed. I completed my 2012 Good Reads Challenge (I’m at 55 finished for the year so far!) a few weeks back, and am in the middle of about three. I’ve got about half a dozen stacked up on my dresser waiting for me to open them, so I’m a little excited to see what I’ll wind up with for my first read of the new year coming up.
Girls to the Front ::
I really, really wanted to love this so very, very much. I wanted to feel super proud to be a lady, super proud to be not all blonde and booby and love things like making men happy and babies. Instead, this account of the Riot Grrl movement of the early 9os sounded like exactly what happens when a bunch of disorganized young ladies get together to do anything – it turns into a catty mess. So, sorry, 14 year old me, who had a Bikini Kill cassette and thought they were awesome (even though I didn’t really like them, I just wanted to like them because they were supposed to be what I liked – even though what I liked was L7, Hole,and Tori Amos). It told the story of the Olympia feminists forming bands even though they couldn’t play instruments, screaming and writing SLUT on themselves, and talking about their fucked up childhoods. No boys allowed, unless they were wearing dresses.
In my high school, there were these two girls that were the closest thing we had to Riot Grrls. They weren’t really punk, and they weren’t really goth, but they wore combat boots and baby doll dresses and were so super aloof, and that made them seem mysterious. More than anything else, they were just bullies. They’d make fun of me in the bathroom and in the hallways and were just nasty, mean bitches. Girls to the Front reminded me of those two girls, and it seemed like that was what the “movement” was comprised of. Girls that were too tough to be nice, too into their own shit to care about anyone else, and girls that were just way too cool for school.
It seems to me like the riot grrl movement should have been something great. It should have been loud and proud and still going, but rather than supporting each other, they just fought and were petty. I’m glad it happened, because it seems to have paved the way for things like suicide girls, and that played a huge role in my life for man years, but I’d rather listen to bands that do a little more than just scream and be purposely bad. Honestly, I was pretty pleased about the whole Courtney Love punching out the Bikini Kill chick.
This is where the awesome playlist that I need to put together should go! Instead, I’ve always been the worst ever at making mixtapes, so it’ll have to come later.
Recommend to me some awesome chick rock songs that I should include in it!!
The Drowning Girl ::
I’Inconnue de la Seine was a beautiful and unidentified girl that washed up on the shores of the Seine in the late 1800s. The pathologist on duty at the Paris Morgue was so taken by her beauty that he commissioned a death mask to be cast of her face. The mask later was reproduced and became popular decor with Parisian Bohemia, but the girl’s identity was never discovered.
What a strange, slightly disjointed, and wispy book this was. I say wispy, not meaning that it was light and airy, but that you were looking at it all through a veil. Told from the perspective of a schizophrenic woman, it jumps to and from reality, and multiple realities within. nothing as dramatic as, say, neverwhere, but more the confusion of a mentally ill girl. Something that could have happened in July happened also in November, but it was only one event that took place in two separate dates, and something that happened by a river really happened in a painting.
And it’s a memoir.
And it’s a ghost story, and a werewolf story, and a mermaid story.
And you should read it, and give it a shot, because it was actually quite enjoyable.
Then, I read some truly trashy Patricia Cornwell novels. They weren’t very good, and aren’t worth mentioning in any detail here. They’re my total guilty pleasure. Don’t judge.
Gone Girl ::
There isn’t too much I can say about the story that won’t give away major plot points, but I really was shocked at how much I enjoyed this book. A well off married couple moves to the sticks, and suddenly isn’t so terribly well off anymore. On their fifth anniversary, Amy, the wife disappears, and husband Nick is the prime suspect. It gets holy shit f@cked up throughout, and is super tense and suspenseful, and I read it in maybe two sittings. I’ve always been wary of Bestseller List books (other than my obvious Harry Potters, etc.), because they always seem to be dumbed down, but this was up there with A Secret History on the Best Mysteries I’ve Read List. Go get yourself on the waiting list at your library for this one!
I have a few more, but it seemed waaaayyy too much to put all into one post! I’ll put the next up in a day or so. For now, tell me what you’ve read lately!