Casey > Recent Status Updates

This book is so bad. She is ableist as hell.

I read this book for class years ago and now I’m teaching it to my class. Full circle. So cool. Love this book.

I’ve been chosen to be an ARC reading for this book. And I’m going to do my DAMNEDEST to make sure to ARC the heck out of this book.

“I love you David.”
Fuck me. That hurts.

I’m not liking this

I gotta get to the second draft now

Why were the three chapters I just read weirdly neoliberal, conservative? Out of no where.

Michelle is my favourite person

Yowch

Holy shit lads.

I know he’s written to be this way, but Tony is annoying and I hate him. That’s all.

I did a bit of digging on the author; he’s a grumpy old man. Entirely opposite to how he portrays himself in his books.

This book ha sheen great. Then out of literal no where it got weirdly transphobic and sexist while trying to pretend it isn’t.
It’s an inset book, sure, and the rest of it is fantastic. But there are just 15 som odd pages there that don’t read all that well at all.

This is an excellent book to fall asleep to. Compelling philosophy put in a simple, calm way. The entire thing just makes me feel cozy and secure in my own existence.

As I read through his work chronologically, Yeats is becoming less and less compelling with each passing poem. His later works essentially boil down to, “woe is me. The woman I loved didn’t love me.” And then he sits around and complains about it all while complaining about how young people aren’t fascists and want a democratic, republic Ireland.
He’s kind of a whiney little boy

I’d be lying if I said I understood everything that’s being said. There is a lot to learn here and even though it’s presented in beautifully simple metaphor, I’m still not quite catching ALL of it. But what I do catch is gorgeously insightful. It’s also a very relaxing book to read. So many books on philosophy are just…..rhetorically violent. This one feels nice and pretty and calm.

I wish I discovered this book a long time ago. It’s starting to hurt though. In one of them good ways.

Gaiman’s introduction has already made my heart flutter with excitement.

Tension, he mentions. This book is founded on a beautiful literary tension.

I’m beyond excited.

Holy shit.

I have decided I want to learn more about poetry and appreciate it with an intimacy I have yet to afford it.

So I’m starting with everyone’s favourite Irish fascist of course.

This is a gorgeous book. Covering so much more than just the AT. Terribly humbling insights into the nature of American attitudes towards nature.

This books opening chapters are fucking amazing.

It mentioned L Ron Hubbard non ironically and in a serious manner and I don’t know if I can continue. It’s been almost nothing but pseudoscience the whole time. And while I’m normally up for something that suggests there is more to plants than what traditional science suggests, this goes a bit too far.

The rampant racism in these old books can honestly be shocking.

I like this play in 1001 Arabian Nights.

Eh. Not gonna finish it.