I have a Moleskine book journal in which I write terribly-written book reviews.
(By the way, on the cover of this journal is a confusing set of titles (look closer), some of which I know are books, some of which I think, okay, this must be a book, but it’s written in Chinese characters, thanks. I’ve tried to find a forum where someone has asked what this list is all about and someone else answered it but of course I’m not going to start a forum discussion about this (I will instead write a blog post with this as my hidden intention). I think I want to know really badly because I secretly want Moleskine to dictate my reading curriculum. I miss English class!)
Parentheses aside, I keep a book journal mainly because Moleskine made this available for me. Also because it helps me to recall what I thought of books and it feels good to flip through and be proud of how many books I’ve read. What makes me less proud is the level of my book reviews.
Here are some of these convoluted reviews. If you would like my opinion on a book, you can post a comment, and if I’ve read it I will give you something similar to what you find below. If I haven’t read it yet, maybe I will read it now! Thanks for your interest.
(Disclaimer: I got this book journal for Christmas 2010 so this is sadly not me writing as a child.)
Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery:
“So wonderful … This book and its movie (of which I’ve only seen bits) breathe romance. The book, and Anne herself, are a dream, but touch my emotions like they must be real.”
Bossypants by Tina Fey:
“This book is inspirational, and so exciting. I loved the description of her father, and of her job at the YMCA.”
Moby-Dick by Herman Melville:
“I love the form of the book, and how the book always comments on the form of the book, which is: how can I best tell you about the whale, but the person telling it is very, very tangential.”
No Country for Old Men by Cormac McCarthy:
“I like Cormac McCarthy’s writing and though I don’t feel like I relate to it, I’d read more, at least to feel like I do for a moment.”
An Object of Beauty by Steve Martin:
“I loved this book for its use of language, its ability to take me in and display to me with everything it has another world I knew nothing about: art possession in New York City.”
On the Road by Jack Kerouac:
“On the Road runs along like I’m dreaming, but then I reread a sentence and realize that no, someone else wrote this down. Someone wrote, “and don’t you know that God is Pooh Bear?” on the last page of his novel.”
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce:
“I am happy I have read this book, but I’m not sure I was happy all the while that I was reading this book … I wish I could be more thorough when reading, but alas, I’m not always or ever that way.”