if books were boyfriends.. (versiunea 2.0)

La cerere, si inspirata de postul Morannei, pun si versiunea mea.. Here goes:

Mircea Eliade's books - eternal love

Octavian Paler's books - the guy that changed my life starting with his first kiss

Pe culmile disperarii - Emil Cioran - the guy I dated when I was younger just because he used to be so damn popular

Do androids dream of electric sheep? - Philip K Dick - the weirdo that got me fascinated at our first date

Tunelul - Ernesto Sabato - the psycho I fell in love with when I was depressed

J.R.R. Tolkien's books - the perfect guy that I went out with for quite a while. To be more precise, until he started to obsess me with dogs. Though, I still enjoy meeting him from time to time.

Vampirul Armand - Anne Rice - the hot guy from the senior class that I met in High School and hooked up with at a party

John Saul's horrors - the extreme kid that I loved hanging out with when I was 15

Adela - G. Braileanu - the older guy that I've been dying to meet and whom, in the end, couln't reach my expectations

Ciresarii - C. Chirita - I really loved him when I was little. And I enjoy thinking about him now.

Dracula - Bram Stoker - the guy who always thought "he knew better".. well, he didn't.. and no, I didn't like him..

Calvarul, Anna karenina - Tolstoi - the smart guy I've always liked, but couldn't entirely understand

Magicianul - John Fowles - the guy that got me in the adventure of my life

Twilight - Stephenie Meyer - sorry dear, you're the worst kisser ever

Phantom of the Opera - Gaston Leroux - the aristocrat that got me at one of my best dates ever

Lorelei - Ionel Teodoreanu - I loved that guy and I really wish our relation lasted longer

Notre Dame de Paris - V. Hugo - the guy that captivated me with his way of seeing things and living emotions

If books were boyfriends

J.R.R. Tolkien’s books- Love of my life.

Neil Gaiman’s books - the incredibly hot rocker I’ve been returning to every 3 months for a couple of steamy nights.

Stephen King’s “Dark Tower” series- the hottie I have started fucking lately and try not to fall in love with.

Stephen King’s horror books- the hottie with a gory twist.

J.K Rowling’s “Harry Potter” series- the guy sex used to be amazing to have with, but kinda disappointed me lately.

Marion Zimmer Bradley’ s “The Mists of Avalon”- the hot medievalist lady professor I’ve recently been obsessing with.

Cormac McCarthy’s “The Road”- the elderly gentleman I admire and respect because of the tough life he’s had.

Angela Carter’s “The Bloody Chamber”- the hot folklore lady professor I’ve been obsessing with for quite some time.

Anne Rice’s “The Vampire Chronicles”- the guy I loved in high-school and thought I’d spend my lifetime with.

Anne Rice’s “The New Vampire Chronicles”- the guy I loved in high-school, broke up with, saw again after some years and fucked out of pity.

George R.R. Martin’s “A Song of Fire and Ice” series- the guy who likes me and thinks he could replace the love of my life.

Stephenie Meyer’s “Twilight” series – the stupid guy I’ve been making fun of (but who is terribly successful with teenagers).

Nicholas Sparks’ books (pick any, they’re completely the same) – the guy who’s pretending to be sensitive to seduce stupid girls.

Dostoievsky’s books- the extremely smart guy I’ll never be able to have but will always love and admire.

Christopher Priest’s “The Prestige”- the steampunkish geek guy I had a big crush on.

Astrid Lindgren’s “Brothers Lionheart”- my playground love (who is now one of the friends I turn to when I need a smile).

Bram Stoker’s “Dracula” - my high-school boyfriend’s dad (whom I found incredibly hot).

Andrew Davidson’s “The Gargoyle” – The guy I had heard a lot of good things about, thought they were bullshit, but had the most pleasant surprise of my life when actually meeting him.

Richard Russo’s “Empire Falls”- the guy I made love to once, had the time of my life, but never did it again for fear of not being disappointed.

Phillip. K. Dick’s books – the junkie with a very interesting and cynical view on life I enjoy talking to.

Chuck Palahniuk’s “Fight Club”- the muscle-man that has a lot more to him than reaches the eye.

Ursula K. LeGuin’s “The Left Hand of Darkness”-the bisexual guy who is very nice to talk to and pleasant to go out with every now and then.

Umberto Eco’s “The Name of the Rose” – the guy whose charm I could not understand as a teenager but whom I adore now.

Salman Rushide’s “The Satanic Verses” – the guy you either love or hate. I love him with all my heart.

Hunter S. Thompson’s “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”- the junkie who pisses off the hell out of me (and whom for some weird reason everybody likes).

Frank Herbert’s “Dune”- the guy whom I once adored and still is very dear to me.

Margaret Mitchell’s “Gone with the Wind”- the perfect gentleman.

Carti, carti, carti

Si se termina si Gaudeamusu' asta. Stiu, stiu, mai e si maine deschis, dar pentru mine s-a terminat azi. Mi-am gasit cam tot ce vroiam si deci nu prea am motive sa mai ajung si maine (ma rog, as mai avea eu unul da' shhhh) si in plus, nici banii nu fac pui.

Gaudeamus-ul e pentru mine un fel de pelerinaj. Cum incepe octombrie ma apuc sa strang bani pentru carti, deoarece, contrar parerii unora, nu sunt fata de bani gata.

Cartile ma pasioneaza de mica. Am invatat sa citesc de la 3 ani si la 5 am terminat primele mele carti, Legendele Olimpului si 20 000 de leghe sub mari (nu, nu mi-a luat 2 ani, sa le citesc doar ca pana atunci citisem doar povesti). In acelasi timp, obicei pe care inca-l pastrez (rar mi se intampla sa citesc doar cate o carte odata). Am crescut cu o biblioteca de vreo 10 000 de volume (care a ajuns momentan la vreo 13 000, ca doar am crescut si eu si, na, contribui). Am citit intotdeauna si nu ma vad oprindu-ma prea curand.

Asa ca, bineinteles, la targurile de carte fac urat. La Gaudeamus-ul trecut au venit si ai mei si a plecat tata cu masina plina inapoi spre Targu Jiu. Anul asta, pe langa carti au mai fost si alte motive de bucurie.

L-am cunoscut pe Salman Rushdie. Mai multe nu pot zice pentru ca asa am ramas si in fata lui. Muta. Muta pentru un om care are tot respectul meu si pe care-l admir si-l citesc cu nesat. Cartile lui Rushdie mi-au schimbat viata. Stiu ca suna mai penibil ca manelele dar asa e. I-am luat si autograf, nu ca sunt adepta obiectificarii dar uneori o sa mi se para incredibil ca l-am cunoscut si atunci o sa ma uit la semnatura eleganta de pe Versetele Satanice.

Azi l-am cunoscut si pe Andrew Davidson, autorul Gargui. Citisem parti din carte si-mi placusera. Iar omul pare foarte de treaba si amuzant, si are un accent foarte placut. Cartea ramane a fi citita.

In rest? Pai, multe, multe carti. Cateva de istorie si religie, doua de fizica (doar una e pentru tine, tata, imi pare rau. P-ailalta doar ti-o imprumut!) si muuuuuuuulte SF-uri si Fantasy-uri (Nemira rullz!). Mi-ar fi placut si un dictionar de suedeza dar mai greu. Ah, si Stapanul Inelelor (ca mi-a disparut misterios), dar sa nu trebuiasca sa-mi amanetez pisica pentru ele.

Mi-am facut prieteni noi, din pacate am asistat si la certuri intre prieteni mai vechi, oameni la care tin, dar pana la urma, anul asta a fost un an bun pentru Gaudeamus. Si eu sunt fericita.

tot p-aici

N-am mai scris de mult pentru ca in general nu scriu decat cand am ceva de spus. Mai bine mai putin decat mult si prost. Nu ma dau enciclopedie *wink-wink*.

Momentan in Bucuresti, expediabila acasa maine. Nu prea pot sa merg, ca iar mi-am facut glezna praf (Iepurasul Tup-Tup for the way). Asa ca in ultimul timp am stat mult in casa, si deci am citit. Carti putine aici, tre' sa astept sa vina Tata cu masina, din Tg Jiu, ca sa aduca tona de citibile.

Ce am citit totusi?
In primul rand, Pistolarul/ The Gunslinger, primul volum din seria Turnul Intunecat/ Dark Tower, de Stephen King. Primita de ziua mea de la Alex (mersi frumos, copilu'). Mie-mi place King, asa ca s-ar putea sa fiu subiectiva cand zic ca am adorat cartea. Da, da, stiu e fantasy. Asa si? E fantasy bine scris *arunca o privire ucigatoare spre Stephenie Meyers*, sau cel putin mie-mi place. King si Neil Gaiman sunt scriitorii mei favoriti de fantasy contemporan. Si da, imi place si seria Harry Potter, dar intra intr-o alta categorie.

Ceea ce ma duce la a doua carte citita saptamana asta. Povestile Bardului Beetle, o carte la care se face referire in HP 7, si destul de simpatica deoarece sunt basme complet inventate de Rowling, nu reiterari sau asa ceva. Draguta de citit, ca mine, cand ai febra (da, ba', io ma imbolnavesc de toate deodata), sau cand nu prea vrei sa iti pui neuronu' la contributie.

Acum m-am apucat de seria Cantec de gheata si foc/ A song of Ice and Fire, de George R.R. Martin, mai precis (normal!) de primul volum, Urzeala tronurilor/ A game of thrones. Imprumutata de la mai sus mentionatu' Alex (mama-mama, sa vedeti voi trafic de carti intre noi. I'm not even sure that's legal =)) ). Nu noul Lord of the Rings, cum se zice, dar draguta.

Da, am dat-o (iar) pe fantasy. Eu asa am crescut, cu povesti...

In alta ordine de idei, am ajuns sa-i urasc pe Rammstein. Pentru ca nu se mai chinuie deloc cu muzica (noul cantec suna la fel ca 496289623462 ale lor) dar in schimb fac clipuri pornache. Ei, acu' or sa aiba fani si printre cocalari. Slab, slab. Socant inutil. Nasol.

Noul album Sonata Arctica e mult mai bun. Zic si eu:)) (intermezzo: tocmai era sa se pocneasca doua masini in fata blocului. don't mind me)

Acum stau si astept sa vina o prietena in vizita. Intre timp, citesc Wikipedia, despre religii si culte, pana primesc Kernbach-urile de acasa. Azi-noapte am vorbit pana la ora 3 (tot cu Alex, shoot me, I don't have those many friends) despre legendele si scrierile referitoare la Lilith (prima sotie a lui Adam, mama demonilor, alea alea). Si uite ca mai sunt oameni cu care pot vorbi despre de-astea. Si incet incet, ma trezesc ca-mi place viata mea.

Stau si ascult Tarot si ma holbez la cerul inca albastru, visand la Dostoievski-ul care ma asteapta acasa.

PS: inca odata imi cer scuze ca nu pot veni, DeMaio. :(

PS2: m-am indragostit de blogul lui Andy Vasilescu. Cand ma fac mare vreau sa ma fac un micut porcusor!