i hum when i rinse my hair

I'm noticing a big trend in the books I've been required to read for class. The protagonists have no idea who they are. They may think that they do, but they don't. And most never will. They continue to make mistakes and refuse to learn from them. It would be depressing if they weren't fictitious.

Unfortunately, this week's book strikes a little too close to home. As a female, I can't help but identify with some of Isadora's philosophies. Thankfully I can identify what mistakes she made, and I intend to learn from them.

mel gibson wasn't in this one

This week's book is The Crying of Lot 49, and it was a fun one. The main character is obsessed with discovering the answer to a mystery. It's an old story, but it is one well-told. It reminds me of J.J. Abrams' shows for some reason. I guess because there are so many questions throughout the entire book and with every small answer comes new questions. The reader is forced to hypothesize until the end, and after the end if they so choose (or are obsessed with). In the end, the story isn't so much about finding the answers as exploring the effect of the search on the main character. It's a bit frustrating. Unresolved endings aren't the most popular of stories, just ask David Fincher and the cast of Zodiac. But if the story is well-told, who should care about the answers?