I need a bigger plate.

Hello,

So book #4= Summers Crossing by Truman Capote because I was told "every girl needs a little Capote."

To be honest I don't have much to say about this book, and I did come to find out it was never meant to be published in the first place. But what I really wanted to comment on was the author. It seems there are those who live a life of suffering and restlessness to bring the rest of the world entertainment. These people are called artists. The best kind of art comes from a terribly sad and complicated soul. Does it have to be this way? I always wanted to be able to call myself an artist, but is it worth so much pain? Maybe the more rewarding life is the one where you smile because you can, don't over think things, and just appreciate the art. I seem to be right on that line of artist and appreciator. It's a perplexing place to be.

Anyway, life.... I just have no idea what to do with it? Oh boy here comes the over thinking again. I wonder if we knew what came after life if we would treat life more preciously, or if we would do less with it. "Well Carrie, I suppose that would depend on the answer." Should we constantly put ourselves in unfamiliar uncomfortable situations and learn, or can we just live simple and comfortably? I feel like both options leave you with regrets. Here I go again wanted to do it all.

Life seems overwhelming today, I feel an immense pressure to make all the right choices, and make them right now. I know it sounds just so silly. Anyway I'm going to try and take it an hour at a time, because a day just won't fit on my plate.

(Should I transfer colleges? Where should I study abroad? Do I have the right major? What do I want to do? Will I even be able to get through college? Should I live somewhere else? What does it mean to be 20? Am I taking advantage of my freedom? Am I using my free time wisely? How can I make everyone happier?)

I'm reading books 5 and 6 at the same time, might take longer to write about them.

Book # 3 in Cali

Hello again. Just got back from California where I had a blast hanging on the beach and going for walks through such interesting neighborhoods. I ate lunch at this place called Lemonade. The strangest experience. Good food but such weird combinations of ingredients.


But while in California I, like I often am, was reminded of how sick people can be. So weak when fighting human desire. Sex, drugs and alcohol crawl into bed with us and take over our body, in time they crawl into our mind and control our lives. Why aren't people better than this? Why do we all try so hard to run away from our own minds, the gift of our own minds! Ok, of coarse not of all us, but a bunch of stangers get together, drink until no one recognizes themselves, akwardness fades, and with it dignity runs out the door, and everyone hooks up, throws up, passes out, and is back the next night.

With this I understand why you would want to scrap humanity and start over. This is where my book comes in. Oryx and Crake by, Margaret Atwood, is a science fiction book about our future world and a person with a vision to scrap huimanity and start over with new, refined people to make a paradise. It was a little drab and not very enjoyable to read, but had a lot of interesting ideas. These new people have been stripped, maybe unsucessfully, of characteristic that the creator finds to be damaging to society. They no longer have sex as a pleasure, it is simply a mating ritual, they have no knowledge or awareness of mortality, no jealousy or envy, and many more, physical changes as well like perfect skin.

In the end, despite all the efforts, it seems maybe it is inevitable for humans to have these things. Because the things that often make us sinful and sick, are also the things that make our world beautiful. These are curiosity and creativety. You cannot take these things out of a human, and would you want to? Isn't it beautiful that we are the only animals that ask where we came from and invent gods to explain it because we are so discontented by the thought? Isn't it beautiful what we can create. What this book meant to me is humans are what we are, we are amazing. But with what we are comes the power to do great, and to do great evil. Bad and Good are a packaged deal. I do not think we could let go of good just to get rid of the bad.


Like always my analyses is my opinion and these books may hit you in a different way.

Done with book #4, will write about it in time.

Love ~Care~