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What we have here is the top 106 books most often marked as "unread" by LibraryThing’s users. As in, they sit on the shelf to make you look smart or well-rounded. Bold the ones you've read, underline the ones you read for school, italicize the ones you started but didn't finish.


Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Anna Karenina
Crime and Punishment
Catch-22
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Wuthering Heights
The Silmarillion
Life of Pi : a novel
The Name of the Rose
Don Quixote
Moby Dick
Ulysses
Madame Bovary
The Odyssey
Pride and Prejudice

Jane Eyre
The Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers Karamazov
Guns, Germs, and Steel: the fates of human societies
War and Peace
Vanity Fair
The Time Traveler’s Wife
The Iliad
Emma
The Blind Assassin

The Kite Runner
Mrs. Dalloway
Great Expectations
American Gods
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Atlas Shrugged
Reading Lolita in Tehran : a memoir in books
Memoirs of a Geisha
Middlesex
Quicksilver
Wicked : the life and times of the wicked witch of the West
The Canterbury Tales
The Historian : a novel
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Love in the Time of Cholera
Brave New World
The Fountainhead

Foucault’s Pendulum
Middlemarch
Frankenstein
The Count of Monte Cristo
Dracula
A Clockwork Orange

Anansi Boys
The Once and Future King
The Grapes of Wrath

The Poisonwood Bible : a novel
1984
Angels & Demons
The Inferno
The Satanic Verses
Sense and Sensibility

The Picture of Dorian Gray
Mansfield Park
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
To the Lighthouse
Tess of the D’Urbervilles
Oliver Twist
Gulliver’s Travels

Les Misérables
The Corrections
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Dune
The Prince
The Sound and the Fury
Angela’s Ashes : a memoir
The God of Small Things
A People’s History of the United States : 1492-present
Cryptonomicon
Neverwhere
A Confederacy of Dunces
A Short History of Nearly Everything
Dubliners
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Beloved
Slaughterhouse-five
The Scarlet Letter

Eats, Shoots & Leaves
The Mists of Avalon
Oryx and Crake : a novel

Collapse : how societies choose to fail or succeed
Cloud Atlas
The Confusion
Lolita
Persuasion
Northanger Abbey
The Catcher in the Rye
On the Road
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Freakonomics : a rogue economist explores the hidden side of everything
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance : an inquiry into values
The Aeneid
Watership Down
Gravity’s Rainbow (a couple of times, actually, for some masochistic reason)
The Hobbit
In Cold Blood : a true account of a multiple murder and its consequences
White Teeth

Treasure Island
David Copperfield
The Three Musketeers



why in the hell don't people read these books? they're really amazing. hell, some of the books on here are on my list of favorites.

it's raining and the pup is very snuggly though. I only had to work three hours this morning, which I wasn't expecting, and I'm slowly managing to rehydrate myself. I'm supposed to go to the store, but I really don't want to wander around in all this rain.

pointless entry. sorry about that.
isis

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so, the deal on Lola is, there are a couple of people in there this week doing trial days, but IF they don't work out, I get to go in next week to do the same thing.

I rarely think bad things about people. or, if I do, it's not really bad so much as just an observation such as, "wow, that woman has weird hair." now I find myself in the odd position of sitting here on my couch desperately hoping that the people in there this week drop, burn, and otherwise maim desserts beyond any recognizable shape so that I can get in there.

please send bad thoughts their ways. I need this job. need as in...if this doesn't work out and I can't find some sort of baking teaching job, it'll be borders or a video store for me. something that pays, anyway, much as I want to just run to the animal shelter and volunteer all my hours away right now.

something about being an adult and making stupid choices and then having to live with them.



maybe I'll just eat some lunch and go paint the den. nothing like a little physical labor to cheer you up. and it would make Owen happy, I'll wager.
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isis

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have you ever just had something that you couldn't talk about with your significant other? I mean....something that you felt like it was important, but they just make it impossible to discuss?


Owen is mean to the dog. not like...hitting him or anything, but he's just got such a bad temper where the dog is concerned. he's always been a little too rough with him, but whenever I'd try to remind him that D'Artagnan is...you know, a little dog, and nine years old, he'd seem to acknowledge it for a day or so, and then back to tossing him around and rough-housing. he grew up with a labrador, so he's used to a dog he can wrestle with, and D'Artagnan really isn't that kind of dog.

and now that he's hurt and supposed to be resting, everytime he so much as stands up Owen is all over him, using his "mean" voice and yelling at him. the dog responds just as well when I tell him to sit down, and I just say it in a normal voice. he's even rough when he's giving him medicine, to the point that D'Artagnan will just sit nice and still when I give it to him, and when Owen tries he squirms and just tries to get away.

when I try to tell him to be gentle with him though, Owen just starts yelling about how he's "always wrong" about the dog. and I don't know what he means. it's gotten to the point that every time he talks to the dog, D'Artagnan just crawls under the bed. today he was trying to go down the stairs, and Owen screamed at him really loudly, and he had an accident.

which is fun, since, you know, the vet told us that would probably happen while he was on the steroids, and he was trying to go down the stairs, towards the door.


I don't know. it feels ridiculous to fight about the dog, but I don't know how to convince him that he just needs to be a little gentler with the dog, and not scream at him so much. he's already confused as to why we won't play with him anymore, and why he's not allowed up on the bed.

I don't know. bad mood today. I guess.
isis

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just woke up from a dream in which people just kept making jokes about fish that were somehow vaginal in reference.

ex:
My Poppa used to ask all us girls what fish we liked best, and what would we say?
Vlotska!



I don't know. there was also a bit in which someone's husband was leaving because he had to finish writing a book, and they were having really loud sex in the next room.

then Jenni and I got arrested for traffic violations, and at the driver's ed class we had to take, they went around the room and everyone had to tell a fish joke. for some reason, Jenni, we both had very heavy eastern european accents. and most of the jokes were about vaginas.


I have no idea. weirdest dream ever.
isis

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talked to my mom today for a long time. we usually wind up chatting forever, because she's the only person I ever really get particularly chatty with in general. we've really patched up our relationship since all the drama a couple of years ago, and I think now she knows me better than most people.

which really isn't what I had planned to say, it just still kind of surprises me how well we get along now. something about she finally recognized that I'm not a little girl anymore, and I finally quit acting like one.

but....today she just offered something that's making me think too much. the basic situation is this. by the time I'm done here, after paying for rent and food and gas and just all the other stuff, I'm going to have about a thousand dollars left in my bank account. in the grand scheme of things, that's really not a lot.

and to tell you the truth, it's probably not enough to get me moved from ohio back to minnesota and certainly not enough to get me another apartment. not with security deposits and pet deposits and all that. if I count on getting all of my security deposit from here back I'll be close to two thousand, but I dont' think that I should, considering the damage the dog has already done to the new door and to some of the carpet right in front of it.

so, today my mom idly suggested that maybe I should just stay at home for a while. she has a couple of clients who own restaurants, and she knows for a fact that at least one of them is hiring in the pastry department. her thinking seems to be that if I stay at home just for a year, I won't have to worry about rent, or the dog destorying things, or....really, money period. I'd be able to put probably 90% of every paycheck in the bank and not touch it for a year. even if I'm working a job that doesn't pay all that well, I'd still have a pretty good chunk saved up by the time I hit a year.

there were reasons I really wanted to get back to minneapolis. some of them were pretty good reasons. some of them are even bordering on being good enough that this is requiring a lot of thought, because I don't know what I want to do anymore. scrounging desperately for money my first few months in minneapolis would be manageable, but it would probably be unpleasant. if I stay at home for a year and just save like a crazy person, I could probably be in a good place for getting a new car some time next year. not new new....but new to me, in any event, and probably slightly less old. my car's not on it's last legs yet, but I know it's coming. probably sooner rather than later.

so, I don't know. I honestly have no idea. the smart thing to do would be to tell my mom to give my resume to her client who's hiring and tell her I'm coming home. I could still keep in touch with my friends in minnesota, and it's entirely possible that at the end of a year, when I'm in a better place financially, I could go back. anyone who's really my friend anyway should be willing to support a decision like that, right?


I don't know. I don't know what the right decision is. there are people who will be unhappy about the smart decision, but the decision I want to make would probably have me miserable for months. I'm past the point of saying I wish someone would just make it for me....but I wish it were easier.

the biggest thing in support of working at home, however, is that I would at least get to be there for holidays. if I had been working normally at the restaurant during christmas, I would have wound up working christmas eve and probably christmas morning. there would have been almost no way to be home for christmas.


I don't know. being an adult is scary sometimes.
isis

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I almost stopped and got cigarettes on my way home, but I got Burger King instead.




something about it being cheaper and probably healthier. that, and, you know. I don't smoke.
*coughcough*


weird day. lacking responses at my threats to delete the journal, I think this might become official.
isis

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that's just how I've felt all day. no idea why. probably lack of sleep. speaking of which, I have to head to bed in about an hour.



I'm thinking about deleting my journal. a little old lady down the street tried to feed my dog cookies and told me we ("we" being me and the dog) reminded her of her granddaughter.

weird day.