That’s the title of the book of Stacy Horn I recently read. The book served as the author’s memoir of her weird adventures and crazy ideas (that’s how I perceived it). As I read the pages, it gave me the feeling of becoming a good psychiatrist as I listen to the story of a New Yorker lady in her mid-30s describing her as nuts who preferred living a life in a permanent rerun. She is not stupid but honest in disclosing a wide-range of common human uncertainties, struggles, questions and fears which kept me realize as similar to mine. I admire her crazy devotion in caring for her two dying diabetic cats which according to her served as self-motivation to life.
The only thing I hate about this book is the whole thought of the author’s crazy idea and weird obsession on death. As a result, she is constantly engaged in various methods of keeping the connection between the past and the present alive. She indulges herself in eerie visits to graveyards, lots of tombstone reading, geneology hunting... searching through long forgotten photo-albums, yearbooks and artifacts and microfiched obituaries. Odd that she even conducted interviews with old people asking questions no one will ever dare to ask even if we want to know simply because they are nearer the fateful day than her. Totally weird isn’t?
I didn't think it was very good or interesting to much of a readership. I actually half read the book when I stopped. I got sick for more than a week and the idea of death always sink on me all those times. Last week, there’s a 29-year old single man found dead in his unit in the building next to our apartment. Creepy that he’s the same of my age and I’m single too. Recently, fathers of my two elementary classmates and friends who both live in the same street as mine died in just a week of interval. And lately, I was surprised to hear news from friends about the death of my former student. Odd that it all happened after reading that book. Whether it’s a coincident or not, I decided to stop reading it because I already find things too weird and creepy.
In memory of Mavie.
She attended my class in Taxation, Basic Accounting and NSTP. We used to share wacky ideas and cracking jokes during free times in between classes together with the rest of the class. This girl gave me a recall of a young and talented young lady who always kept herself looks funny. She never minds her big bellies and increasing weights yet still believed in the whole idea that she’s still beautiful and owns that sex appeal. Her humor was very infectious. She’s fun and full of life- that’s what I miss about her. So long, Mavie- you’ll always be remembered my dear friend.
The only thing I hate about this book is the whole thought of the author’s crazy idea and weird obsession on death. As a result, she is constantly engaged in various methods of keeping the connection between the past and the present alive. She indulges herself in eerie visits to graveyards, lots of tombstone reading, geneology hunting... searching through long forgotten photo-albums, yearbooks and artifacts and microfiched obituaries. Odd that she even conducted interviews with old people asking questions no one will ever dare to ask even if we want to know simply because they are nearer the fateful day than her. Totally weird isn’t?
I didn't think it was very good or interesting to much of a readership. I actually half read the book when I stopped. I got sick for more than a week and the idea of death always sink on me all those times. Last week, there’s a 29-year old single man found dead in his unit in the building next to our apartment. Creepy that he’s the same of my age and I’m single too. Recently, fathers of my two elementary classmates and friends who both live in the same street as mine died in just a week of interval. And lately, I was surprised to hear news from friends about the death of my former student. Odd that it all happened after reading that book. Whether it’s a coincident or not, I decided to stop reading it because I already find things too weird and creepy.
In memory of Mavie.
She attended my class in Taxation, Basic Accounting and NSTP. We used to share wacky ideas and cracking jokes during free times in between classes together with the rest of the class. This girl gave me a recall of a young and talented young lady who always kept herself looks funny. She never minds her big bellies and increasing weights yet still believed in the whole idea that she’s still beautiful and owns that sex appeal. Her humor was very infectious. She’s fun and full of life- that’s what I miss about her. So long, Mavie- you’ll always be remembered my dear friend.
