how did it come to this?
finished reading 'the naked season' few days ago. u know how it is that books take you through a journey - from beginning to end - though sometimes the beginning or end is blurry - just a smudge? well this book doesnt. there's vaguely a start, no end, and it makes the reader feel as if they've been on a roller coaster ride on a windy day. you know how it is that when you read a book and finish it, you feel sense of.. i dunno just a feeling, like you've achieved something, that you know something more about the world than before you finished the book? but this book...it talks about this woman's life, the way she sees it and the way it changes even as she is thinking it, and its wierd really. it's not funny, at least i dont think it is, so it doesnt fall into the category of middle aged women suffering from a mid life crisis. and it doesnt have much of a plot, so it doesnt count as much of a story. it's just..floating around.
i think i'll explode trying to figure out what this book is trying to tell us (you know, it being that 'everything was written for a reason'). sometimes while reading this book i wonder if the writer, while writing the book has gone mad or that more than one person wrote it. it was almost like tis book was an excerpt from another book. i was almost expecting there to be another larger, thicker book that has exactly those words printed somwhere in its middle. oh well, i guess not everything has to be understood.
