culture vulture
Today I haven’t read but I have gone through GoodReads quotes by authors on my tbr to check for potential signs of rotting and corruption. i found some and tossed them out. I also checked some authors I loved in the past just to see if they pass the test and weirdly enough: Ms. Sylvia Plath passed the test! I was really worried she wouldn’t because I do adore her and no she really didn’t say anything to promote depression (not from what I saw). She was a lively spirit. (And of course she was otherwise I wouldn’t have enjoyed her so much)
Unfortunately one of my other favorite writers John Steinbeck — whom I did not check — always gave me the feeling of not wanting to trust other people. He made me love people less. And though I love of mice and men because it made me love these lovely people, everything else I’ve read by him has been cynical. He’s a weird mix of a humanitarian and a cynic. I think he really loves people but he’s so disappointed by them. And I know there are truly awful things being done but I have found that by believing in good things, good things have happened.
And i spent the evening watching clips of emerald fennel explaining Saltburn and I really like her. She has so much fun with her medium and she loves art. She loves books and films and she loves to think and observe. She’s so full of things she loves. She’s full of joys. I like her. And she fuels my own culture vulture tendencies even more. I’m absolutely mad about books lately. And I’ve always been interested in actors and acting and the making of movies and the intention behind movies. Well not always. I think since hs. I was in the acting scene at school. I like seeing ourselves as moldable roles
And I was looking at Lana del Rey’s book list. The things she likes to read. She is such a new age spiritual type but the things she recommends are the real deal.
I’ve read two books on her favs list and I’ve loved both.
Dearly.
And I am reading a third.
I don’t think I would be able to control myself if I had a bookshelf. No I would. I would be able to
There are so many books I want. I have my vision of the kind of library collection I want to have. I want to have life affirming books. Magic affirming books. Real magic. I want to have books that enhance the experience of life. I was lost in the world of negative books for a while but now I’ve flipped a switch and now all of these books I have are on the positive side. (What I mean is they say things to give themselves power and they say things to lean toward love) It’s that black and white.
And I’ve got so many things I want to read now it’s almost too many like a million sperms trying to meet one egg. But I just have to breath and let the books speak to me one by one so I can pay attention to them in the way I’m best meant to do so
I’ve got to go to bed now