two thousand and twelve passed with so many movies but so few books. how sad. my brain rotted. words escaped. fantasy went. imagination faded away. sad, sad, sad. the biggest consequence of reading too little is not knowing how to dispense words properly. going poor in diction means getting trapped in a loop of boring vocabulary when writing. boo-hoo-hoo.
so i’m glad that now i actually have a list of books to read instead of films to watch. i use my goodreads account more than my imdb :p hooray! i’m currently reading David Mitchell’s Cloud Atlas (amazing!) and there are five more books in queue.
Banana Yoshimoto‘s Kitchen (can’t believe i haven’t started reading it), Whitney Otto’s Eight Girls Taking Pictures: A Novel, Adam Prince’s The Beautiful Wishes of Ugly Men, Norton Juster’s The Phantom Tollbooth, and Gillian Flynn‘s Gone Girl.
another thing i really, really want to do more this year is writing. not just reviews, not just translations, but something mine. something coming out from my very own unknown self. dang i can’t even maintain this blog right *sob*. but i’m going to put my back into it. oh yes i will. the question is never “can i?” but always “will i?”. one’s got to be willing to be able.