Distracted by shiny things

I am sick :( I thought I was getting ill a week ago, and luckily I escaped it, but not anymore. I don't like it. But at least I didn't have to go to school today and slept till noon. Also I woke up to the sequel to Left My Heart, Surrender The Grey, which has an adorable first chapter! <333 And everybody should read it. It's been so long, I remember waiting for LMH last year and how it brightened up the mid week slump. Yay!

And now because I am bored and sick a meme.

Which authors have you read 10 or more books by?

Not that many, though I am sure I am forgetting some, so expect ETAs. :) Oh and alphabetically, because why not.

Astrid Lindgren- My childhood is defined by her books, they are probably what I learned to read on. So wonderful and different and yay. Sadly no one here has heard of her and only of Pippi, probably due to the film.

Erich Kastner- It took me ages to discover how to spell his name in English, but yes, someone else whose books I love, I don't know how many times I've reread "The 35th of May"

Christopher Pike-I love his Remember Me trilogy, really made me think. My Pike stage overlapped with my LJ Smith stage, I guess I can see why. :) 

Jacqueline Wilson-I went through a phase of reading so many of her books in a row, I think it was just after I came here, when I convinced myself that I need to catch up on English Children's literature.

Karl May- Another German author that no one here has heard from, he was my favourite author for I don't know how long. I was eight when I started reading him, now that I look back I can't believe I was so young. I still love him though.

LJ Smith- I was obsessed with the Night World series when I was in year 9/10. Read them all, and the Forbidden Game trilogy (where I promtly fell in love with Julian) and Vampire Diaries and everything else I could find. Joined mailing lists, I guess it was my first fandom.

RL Stine-Um, I went through a Goosebumps stage in year 8...

Roald Dahl-Matilda was probably the first book I read after coming to England and since my English was not exactly good, it was a nice strart, the second was Great Expectations, so I guess I was a quick learner...

Terry Pratchtett- I love his style and his humour and his books so much, want to read them all.

And that's it. Now that I have it all written down, I can see not only my ability to completely obsess over things, but also the different stages I've gone through, back then before Fandom took over my life and stopped my constant reading.

I am in a very odd and reflective mood that refuses to leave me. I am not sure why. Well I am, but I don't like it because I have things to do and instead I am just kinda sitting here and thinking and it is way too hot.

When I read a book that affects me deeply I am in a daze for hours afterwards and in a need to talk about it, to share the experience. I literally force my family and friends to read my favourite books. In fact Good Omens was a part of two people's Christmas presents. But I feel different today. I finished the Color Purple and I am very much in a daze but I don't want to share it with people. It is so personal and intence and incredible and I will be spending the next couple of months analysing it in English. Normally I would be very pleased, in fact I changed classes so I could do that and Oranges are not the only fruit. And now I feel like studying it would ruin it for me. I am not sure I can explain, I don't really understand it myself. But well it is so real and horrifying and yet hopefull and full with love and sarcifise and prejudice, so much prejudice and things that made me cry and laugh and get so angry. Celie's narrative voice is just extraordinary and so different from anything I have ever read. And so I am in this odd quiet mood and I guite like it.

Also I watched the Talented Mr. Ripley yesterday. I can't believe I haven't before. I liked it so, so much and I wanted to cry at the end but could not. And I want a different ending so much it hurt. And I think it affected me almost as much as Murder By Numbers and that is saying something. And maybe even more but less violently, because after Murder By Mumbers I wanted to write and write but after The Talented Mr. Ripley I just want to close my eyes and replay the horrific ending, as writing seems somehow unsuitable. That didn't stop me from reading anything I could find that included happy happy Tom and Peter, but I don't want to write anything.

This could be connected with my recent inability to write. When I need to do so, since I still haven't finished my fic for the challenge and I simply hate what I have written so far and I need to finish something even if it is crap because I've said so. I think I should never sign up for things because I can't work with a deadline, the more urgent it is the less likely I am to do something. I just can't force myself to write. It has to be natural and gentle.

I will stop now before this get too long and too odd and will attempt to start on my maths homework. End of exams seems to signal the start of ever increasing homework load.