Hello there, Reader!
I am writing today because I have a small, personal triumph that I wish to share with you. Mostly I just want a little bit of “You GO girl!!!!” or “That is the most awesome thing ever, Dude!” and I can imagine that I’m getting that from you because I don’t know you and so I can just imagine you doing that to inflate my easily flattered ego. I’m sure reality is very, very different. In reality you will probably just shake your head at me and slowly back away, but in my head you are clapping adoringly.
Anyway, my small, personal triumph is… I read a whole collection of short stories called L.A. Noire: The Collected Stories by Rockstar Games!
I’ll give you a minute to let that sink in. Go ahead. Take your time. I’ll wait.
I know. It’s no big deal. It’s eight very short stories. No need for adoration or clapping or even a “Well done, you!”. However, if you know me, you know that my ability to finish anything in one go is pretty triumphant. I’m one of those annoying readers who read 10 books at once and short story collections are rarely, if ever, read all the way through. So you see. Triumph! Yay me! *imagines crowd clapping*
I’m not saying this book is filled with stories that will change your life or move you so much that you’ll quit your job to become a writer. But it will.
No. I’m just kidding. I read the whole thing partly because I need to read about three books a week to reach my goal of 50 books read by Jan. 1, 2013 and partly because it is a collection of stories that are—you guessed it—noir themed.*
I already wrote about one or two of these stories. I will write about one or two more in the days to come.**
Another small triumph is that I read another two books (The Signature of All Things by Elizabeth Gilbert and Let’s pretend this Never Happened: (A Mostly True Memoir) by Jenny Lawson) last week and got myself through half of a fourth (One Day by David Nicholls).*** Go me!
See ya next time,
*I love noir. No really. I love it. I lust for it. It is the most awesome thing ever. Seriously. It completes me like Renee Zellweger completes Tom Cruise.
**That is if my Internet works. I will complain about this endlessly.
***This isn’t through any kind of innate awesomeness or super duper self-discipline. Really, it’s all because the Internet didn’t work for a few days.**** And because I have no life.
****See! Told you I’d complain about it.