I’ve stopped reading Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs; it’s a memoir about a young boy growing up in an odd environment, with lots of unusual, often sad events that illustrate what’s influenced the boy’s perception of himself and the world. I grew tired of it, not caring about him or his mother. The writing seemed forced, as if the memoir was painful to tell; maybe that was the author’s
I don’t mind going to malls if there’s a purpose; I don’t like wandering around aimlessly, and I won’t go when it’s crowded. I do most of my shopping when stores first open. A co-worker and I went to the Oakland mall this morning; he had to return some boots and I just went along for the ride. Along the way we stopped at Costco where I bought Ship Fever:
I’ve been working in the U.S. for almost six months, and I tend to buy books when I get bored. I spend hours reading reviews and researching authors, then go to amazon.com and try to limit my purchases. Because I’m in the States, I’m buying from amazon.com instead of amazon.ca; books are cheaper down here. I bought these: Jacques Futrelle’s "The Thinking Machine": the Enigmatic Problems of Prof. Augustus S.
I’m reading Augusten Burroughs Running with Scissors now. Some reviews of it can be found here. The first chapter is narrated by a young boy (around nine), describing how his mom is getting ready to go out for a poetry reading and how he likes shining things. I’m not bored of it yet.