It seems that I am on a good beginning with my new year’s resolutions and goals. Out of twelve books to finish this year, I have just completed Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar with rather swiftness on my part. Rarely do I get the opportunity to finish a book in only two or three days. Most of the time it takes me at least two or three weeks to finish a novel of good size, let alone the ones I usually attempt, like Tolstoy’s War and Peace which only took me fifteen months…. I was rather intrigued throughout the story, having felt several of the emotions throughout Esther’s life, though without the more mortal side… the confusion about life, the wondering when a career path might show up, what I am to do with my intelligence and training that won’t leave me completely bored with my chosen profession. I can see why it has become a masterpiece in contemporary literature. Completely trivial to the story, I did have to dogear one particular page within the book, when Esther was talking to Cal, who was basically a blind date at the beach. He commented that his father was English and lived in a small town called Clacton-On-Sea. To most people, I’m sure they just continued on with the story, but the town Clacton-On-Sea actually has an importance to my life, and given how small the suburb sea-town of Colchester is, I find it fascinating to find it in print. In March of 2005 I visited a friend dear to my heart who happened to live in Clacton-On-Sea, and spent about a day and a half roaming the town, walking on the beachside, taking rather fabulous photos of the blooming daffodils on Easter Week, and loving every second I could spend with a friend I otherwise communicate with only online across the vast Atlantic Ocean. Anyways, thats my little aside… *sigh* Now the most difficult thing is to decide which book to continue on with… I just had picked up The Bell Jar merely last month, which is rather odd, because usually a book must remain on a shelf a couple years before I have the courage to pick it up and actually read this… its tenure on the shelf was almost non-existent… I guess it called to me… though now that I think about it, maybe another of Jane Austen’s books calls to me, either Northanger Abbey or Mansfield Park
On a completely different note, I finally went through my iTunes library and changed over all my movie scores from a genre of “Soundtrack” which also consists of musicals and random compiliations of songs within a movie to become its’s soundtrack to its own sub-genre of “Soundtrack-Score” and created a My Top Rated-Scores playlist which I have been immensely enjoying for several hours now, without any of the sometimes bad compositions that accompany good ones within a score, or in my sense, avoiding the more harsh industrial scores, preferring the light, gay scores of the romantic scenes within movies. *happehsigh*
Do you dare IM Me?::

pensive… curious…
What I am going deaf listening to::
The Throne Room/End Title John WIlliams~ Star Wars: Episode 4-A New Hope
What I am enriching my mind with::
that really is a good question, isn’t it???