SFist Reads

SFist has been so busy listening that we have barely found time to read. But remember, nothing is a better accompaniment to your favorite Quannum tracks than a book reserved from the San Francisco Public Library. And a close second would be those books purchased from our local independent bookstores.

SFist Emily needed a break from studying this week. Luckily one of her roommates had the vaccous antidote for her over worked brain: He's Just Not That Into You. Every wonder if a guy 'lost' your number? Why you got cold turkey-d? Well the authors of this lil tome have one answer for everything: He's just not that into you. Um. yah. What's even better is that they couch this brutal (but realistic?) truth in terms of girl empowerment. Interesting. Anyway it takes about 1/2 hour to read. Might be good for the holidays
at home, but a tad embarrasssing for public transit.

PBS's "Regency House" has inspired SFist Rain to give Jane Austen another try, after being scared for life in junior high when she was forced to read Emma for a class. She's reading Pride and Prejudice, and am actually finding it an
amusing read. It also helps that every time the character of "Mr. Darcy" enters a scene, a image of Colin Firth pops into her head. *sigh*

Please indulge SFist Eve as she congratulates her sister on her impending nuptials. (Congratulations, Augs!). Eve flew to Indiana to celebrate last weekend, which gave her time to polish off several books, which she will now "impress" all of you by listing. It's A Bird, a graphic novel about Superman, Huntington's disease, and family secrets made her cry so hard a flight attendant almost acted like she cared. I Love My Smith And Wesson, a Guy-Ritchiesque story of British mayhem had her mentally casting Jason Statham as Rawhead, the novel's anti-hero. Devil In The Details, a memoir about childhood OCD, made her laugh but struck her as overly clever. Finally, In The Night Room is another installment in whatever Peter Straub is working through. His recurring characters recurr, with disatisfying results. Mr. Straub, you are one of our favorite authors ever, but why do we feel you have lost your way?