Tuesday, June 23, 2009
2nd Novel reading
Alright I am done with Agatha Christie for now. I just read Murder on the Orient Express, and this lovely lady got me again. I admit defeat, Agatha Christie is the master of murder mystery. This was a great novel. A murder occurs on the Orient Express, and Belgian detective Hercule Poirot is a passenger on a train full of unlikely criminals. Clues surface, but who done it? This story leaves the reader confused until the very end. There are so many twists and turns it is hard to keep it together. I was amazed by how beautifully all the seemingly unconnected pieces came together. The author's thought process is in a league all of its own. I am now moving on to another author, Kurt Vonnegut. I am going to read every one of this man's books, just because he interests me. This made me contemplate of all things, the initiation of friendships and relationships. Why is it that sometimes, people are naturally inclined to one another? It is like a +,- charge between two living, breathing, reading organisms. I came to the conclusion that the criterion for what constitutes a good friend differs from person to person. I tend to gravitate towards people who I feel are both genuine good people, or nasty, horrible ones. I just need to find people that can provide intellectual stimulation. I associate with interesting people, because I like to be kept on my toes. Idk weird thought for the day I suppose, I just feel like people inherently know who they will spend time with like I know that I am going to read every one of Kurt Vonnegut's novels without ever reading any of his work.
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Thoughtful, Roger. I totally get where you are coming from. The idea of attraction (as I mentioned in someone else's blog post tonight) is fascinating to me. As you get older, you will notice it happening in a more signficant way...maybe because you continue to get weirder, so when someone/something "gets" you, it's on. I don't understand people who do not look for that "click." I mean, I search for it all the time, in my books, in my music, in my friendships. I love to be with people who are like me, or who are not like me at all, but who get me. (This is the philosopher in you, Roger.) Life is waaaaay too short for boring conversations and boring people. I love to connect with like minds that keep mine going. Now THAT is the best kind of reading possible. Not to be overly dramatic, but that might be part of the very essence of existence. (Or, the biggest bunch of egotism that I can imagine.)
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