I literally cannot believe that is already 2013. Life moves shockingly fast these days. I feel like all I’ve done in the past few weeks is eat and drink. Let’s think about 2012 for a minute. I read a lot of books in 2012. Most recently, I read Liars and Saints, which I highly recommend. Rarely, I come across an author that has a syntax or voice that I can only describe as hitting the right cord, where I don’t actually care what they are writing about, because simply reading the words is enjoyable. I haven’t figured out exactly what I mean by that, but Maile Meloy writes in a way that I find immensely satisfying. For example, I don’t particularly like depressing stories, but I love Jack London because of his writing. There is something chewy and piercing about it. Obviously, the really great writers make people feel this way, but I think there is something very personal about who hits me like this. There are lots of fantastically talented writers who I can acknowledge that their work is quality, but who don’t resonate with me. Steinbeck and Faulkner don’t do it for me. Robert Louis Stevenson and F. Scott Fitzgerald do.
I read The Tiger’s Wife in early 2012, and that story really stuck with me. The structure of the book was different, and there was a detached and dry quality to it that made the fantastical side of the book seem more believable.
My favorite book of 2012 was The Night Circus. This book was highly fantastical, and maybe not for everyone. But I found the emotion conveyed through the story to be moving and enthralling.
I also read the Silver Lining Playbook (awesome! read it), The Forgotten Garden (didn’t love it), Ready Player One (a fun read for any child of the 80s), The House of Mirth (Edith, you are so beautiful, and your stories could not be more depressing), Wicked (so much love for this book), Let’s Pretend This Never Happened (you will cry laughing and feel more normal), The Mists of Avalon (enjoyable, if you are into long drawn out medival sagas, and really, who isn’t?), The Casual Vacancy (J.K. Rowling’s first adult novel. A good read, but certain things seemed forced for the purpose of proving it was NOT A CHILDREN’S BOOK), and I started Freedom, but then I got bored with it and never finished it.
I feel like I saw a lot of movies this year too. It’s amazing how hard it is to remember. Let’s see, maybe I can go backwards. Les Miserables (awesome, obviously), Life of Pi (heartbreaking and visually captivating), Anna Karinina (I read this book in high school, and I was impressed at how they were able to pack the whole story into an appropriate length movie, but it’s a depressing story), Skyfall (I love Bond movies, and Daniel Craig is fun), Beast of the Southern Wild (man, everyone should see this movie. Unbelievable. Hush Puppy is fantastic), Moonrise Kingdom (Wes Anderson is a proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy), The Hunger Games (people who don’t like Jennifer Lawrence are just jealous), Magic Mike (people who don’t like Channing Tatum are just jealous), Being Flynn (everyone likes Robert De Nero), and finally, The Iron Lady (I felt more educated after this movie). I feel like I had to have seen more movies at the beginning of the year, but now I can’t remember. That’s a strong showing, but I still feel like I’ve missed some huge movies. Argo, The Hobbit, The Silver Lining Playbook, Django Unchained. I’ve also tried to catch up on some of last year’s movies in the comfort of my own home. Hugo, Trouble with the Curve, Tinker Tailor Solider Spy, How to Train Your Dragon (my new favorite animated film), The Muppets, 21 Jump Street, and Coraline.
Basically, if you were curious about what I’ve been doing in the past year, I’ve been watching movies and reading books. Sometimes I go outside and interact with something called other people. It definitely explains why I haven’t been blogging, because I’ve been reading and watching. I am going to try to stop being such a consumer and start producing.
I did go to a few concerts – Blitzen Trapper, Patterson Hood, The Avett Brothers, Michael Franti and Spearhead, Brandi Carlisle, Miranda Lambert, Chris Young, and Jerrod Niemann.
2012 was an excellent year. It was a year full of new friendships, important re-connections, thousands of downward dogs and chaturangas, a 10k, a 5k, one of the best tennis teams a girl could ask for, abundant sunshine, oysters, shrimps, boats, coffee, beaches, bowling, late night dancing, handstands, thunderstorms (I had a dream last night I was struck by lightening, but it didn’t hurt, it just left a weird scar on my leg), Vail, Steamboat Springs (TWICE!), Williamsburg, Sea Island, Valdosta, D.C., a job I love more than I ever thought possible, and some damn good football. And I cut all my hair off. Everyone should try it.
I have high hopes for 2013. I think it is going to be the best one yet.
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