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I don't like reading books. Well, I do. Problem is I can't find any ones that really grip me... hold me, make me want to read more. Give me Lord of the Rings, and I'll get bored after a few chapters. I guess it's my own fault really, but I have no desire to read things that I have to keep going back over and over to make sure I keep up with the plot. Or just get bored. No flow, nothing that really makes you want to understand the characters more. Just people all walking about, doing things the book asks them to.
I noticed loads of people talking about Chuck Palahniuk on here, and on the way over to Venice, I thought I'd pick up a few books. One of these being Choke, by Chuck.
It's probably the best book I've ever read. Personally. Because I can't stand huge and heavy storylines crafted with stereotypes and mysterious characters... I want to read about them. I want to understand them, know them, be them. This is what Chuck did in Choke. He's wrote about all the things I've been thinking about recently, all the crap that goes on in life, and where we can shove it. He takes a wonderful approuch to showing us quite how pathetic we can be, by hiding from what we truly want to be... how pathetic we are to hold comforts so close. Also pretty much about how we all need to be loved, how we all need to be known, and how we all like to give other people life.
The story is about a man named Victor Mancini, who trawls outside sex addiction meetings for quick shags. His mother, clinically insane and dying a slow death, requires a large amount of money each month to keep her alive. Victor pulls off a ingenius scam most nights to help pay for his mother, and gives the book it's title.
The book is pretty much about a few themes. Love, comforts, and parenthood. And that's about it really. But it handles it so well, written in the first person which I always love, it just grips you so damn well, and forces you to pick it back up. And now I want to read it again.
So yup. Chuck rules. Go read Choke.
I noticed loads of people talking about Chuck Palahniuk on here, and on the way over to Venice, I thought I'd pick up a few books. One of these being Choke, by Chuck.
It's probably the best book I've ever read. Personally. Because I can't stand huge and heavy storylines crafted with stereotypes and mysterious characters... I want to read about them. I want to understand them, know them, be them. This is what Chuck did in Choke. He's wrote about all the things I've been thinking about recently, all the crap that goes on in life, and where we can shove it. He takes a wonderful approuch to showing us quite how pathetic we can be, by hiding from what we truly want to be... how pathetic we are to hold comforts so close. Also pretty much about how we all need to be loved, how we all need to be known, and how we all like to give other people life.
The story is about a man named Victor Mancini, who trawls outside sex addiction meetings for quick shags. His mother, clinically insane and dying a slow death, requires a large amount of money each month to keep her alive. Victor pulls off a ingenius scam most nights to help pay for his mother, and gives the book it's title.
The book is pretty much about a few themes. Love, comforts, and parenthood. And that's about it really. But it handles it so well, written in the first person which I always love, it just grips you so damn well, and forces you to pick it back up. And now I want to read it again.
So yup. Chuck rules. Go read Choke.
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You're only reading a book called Perfume because you work for a perfume company and wanted to read up on your business, then suck up to your boss, impressing him with facts about perfume. You also wear perfume.
I'll have a look.
Reading Brian Blessed's book right now and one called "Perfume" about a French maniac that wants to bottle human essence.
By killing people and bottling their bits.
Reading Brian Blessed's book right now and one called "Perfume" about a French maniac that wants to bottle human essence.
By killing people and bottling their bits.
Don't worry. It was corn, rubbed around a bit and made into wonderfully attractive white blob. So not cum.
All the same, read Choke.
All the same, read Choke.
Grix Thraves wrote:
Elephant cum was a bit unattractive, but I ate it all the same
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Please please tell me I've misunderstood this sentence.
Elephant cum was a bit unattractive, but I ate it all the same
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Please please tell me I've misunderstood this sentence.
I like my glasses.
Pretty much so. Stank, naturally, but pretty place to be, especially at night. Got 15 years old drunk and made them tell Italian women that they have beautiful eyes in Italian.
'eye-bell-ockey'
Went to crappy modern art museum for a bit, rode a gondala, bought some damn cool glasses, me and a another kid danced in a square in front of a huge crowd of people to some song or other, wasn't drunk, just can't remember the song.
Food was good, mostly. Pizza, homemade, nice. Pasta lovely. Elephant cum was a bit unattractive, but I ate it all the same. Being abroad and all, you know, might as well.
Bought some fantastic glasses, 60's no frames thingys. Only 10 euros. I feel so cheap and yet so stylish at the same time.
Two mong girls got stalked. Serves them right really, idiots. All safe though, bit buggered on the way back, it was stupid celsius in the bus, and the air conditioning wasn't working. We all stripped down to pants, waving and holding notes up to passing drivers.
Pretty fun. Glad I went, odd experience.
'eye-bell-ockey'
Went to crappy modern art museum for a bit, rode a gondala, bought some damn cool glasses, me and a another kid danced in a square in front of a huge crowd of people to some song or other, wasn't drunk, just can't remember the song.
Food was good, mostly. Pizza, homemade, nice. Pasta lovely. Elephant cum was a bit unattractive, but I ate it all the same. Being abroad and all, you know, might as well.
Bought some fantastic glasses, 60's no frames thingys. Only 10 euros. I feel so cheap and yet so stylish at the same time.
Two mong girls got stalked. Serves them right really, idiots. All safe though, bit buggered on the way back, it was stupid celsius in the bus, and the air conditioning wasn't working. We all stripped down to pants, waving and holding notes up to passing drivers.
Pretty fun. Glad I went, odd experience.
So... have a good trip?
Yup, do so, it's cool. I'll try and get Survivor next then. I've never been gripped like that in a book before, that's really cheered me up.
And if you're ever in a hotel, and they start to play the Blue Danube Waltz, don't think, don't listen, just run.
And if you're ever in a hotel, and they start to play the Blue Danube Waltz, don't think, don't listen, just run.
Chuck does indeed rule. I heard of him while reading the notes in the Fight Club DVD, then decided to buy the book. I'm reading Survivor at the moment, it's about a guy called Tender Branson who survives a Creedish cult, encourages people to kill themselves via a helpline and eventually, hijacks a plane (empty of passengers) and tells his life story to the black box recorder. Only it all happens backwards. It's pretty cool so far.
I was going to read Choke once I've got through this one, but I'll say it again, Chuck Palalahuniak rocks.
I was going to read Choke once I've got through this one, but I'll say it again, Chuck Palalahuniak rocks.
I don't like reading books. Well, I do. Problem is I can't find any ones that really grip me... hold me, make me want to read more. Give me Lord of the Rings, and I'll get bored after a few chapters. I guess it's my own fault really, but I have no desire to read things that I have to keep going back over and over to make sure I keep up with the plot. Or just get bored. No flow, nothing that really makes you want to understand the characters more. Just people all walking about, doing things the book asks them to.
I noticed loads of people talking about Chuck Palahniuk on here, and on the way over to Venice, I thought I'd pick up a few books. One of these being Choke, by Chuck.
It's probably the best book I've ever read. Personally. Because I can't stand huge and heavy storylines crafted with stereotypes and mysterious characters... I want to read about them. I want to understand them, know them, be them. This is what Chuck did in Choke. He's wrote about all the things I've been thinking about recently, all the crap that goes on in life, and where we can shove it. He takes a wonderful approuch to showing us quite how pathetic we can be, by hiding from what we truly want to be... how pathetic we are to hold comforts so close. Also pretty much about how we all need to be loved, how we all need to be known, and how we all like to give other people life.
The story is about a man named Victor Mancini, who trawls outside sex addiction meetings for quick shags. His mother, clinically insane and dying a slow death, requires a large amount of money each month to keep her alive. Victor pulls off a ingenius scam most nights to help pay for his mother, and gives the book it's title.
The book is pretty much about a few themes. Love, comforts, and parenthood. And that's about it really. But it handles it so well, written in the first person which I always love, it just grips you so damn well, and forces you to pick it back up. And now I want to read it again.
So yup. Chuck rules. Go read Choke.
I noticed loads of people talking about Chuck Palahniuk on here, and on the way over to Venice, I thought I'd pick up a few books. One of these being Choke, by Chuck.
It's probably the best book I've ever read. Personally. Because I can't stand huge and heavy storylines crafted with stereotypes and mysterious characters... I want to read about them. I want to understand them, know them, be them. This is what Chuck did in Choke. He's wrote about all the things I've been thinking about recently, all the crap that goes on in life, and where we can shove it. He takes a wonderful approuch to showing us quite how pathetic we can be, by hiding from what we truly want to be... how pathetic we are to hold comforts so close. Also pretty much about how we all need to be loved, how we all need to be known, and how we all like to give other people life.
The story is about a man named Victor Mancini, who trawls outside sex addiction meetings for quick shags. His mother, clinically insane and dying a slow death, requires a large amount of money each month to keep her alive. Victor pulls off a ingenius scam most nights to help pay for his mother, and gives the book it's title.
The book is pretty much about a few themes. Love, comforts, and parenthood. And that's about it really. But it handles it so well, written in the first person which I always love, it just grips you so damn well, and forces you to pick it back up. And now I want to read it again.
So yup. Chuck rules. Go read Choke.
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