you cant kill the rooster: september books

september was long, short, arduous and easy all rolled into 30 days. what does that mean? i have a bizzare list of books that i devoured.

in a sunburned country
bill bryson
bryson visits australia with his voracious appetite for history, culture, minimal adventure and beer. he even has a loveable, oddball sidekick in there for a while. i always enjoy bryson's take on a new place. the enthusiasm he exhudes is very contagious, and i currently wish to visit australia. for at least a month. bryson mostly stays along the coast, but in (i think) 3 seperate trips, he covers a large portion of the land mass via car and foot, exploring every dive bar, every giant man-made crustacean, every teeny tiny niche museum... oh yeah, and some of that really big, famous stuff we all saw during the australian olympics. if you want travel writing, non-fiction that feels like an airplane novel, check this guy out. he's good.

ttyl
lauren myracle
juvi lit, candy package. the entire book is composed as a series of instant messages between 3 best friends. the underclassmen (3 girls with different personalities) brave a new year of high school together. they deal with the normal issues we all went through: popularity, nerdisms, religion, school involvement, grades, and of course... the opposite sex. after you get used to the format, the book is a breeze. not entirely enlightening, but not poorly written. i give it an overall score of: meh.

me talk pretty one day
david sedaris
sedaris' short stories: pee-yo-pants funny. i've read this before (thank you tim and jared) but my lunch hour is perfect for short story reading, and i needed self-depricating humor this month. my favorites are still his stories about his family, especially that of the rooster and amy. please, if you want a genuine smile, check this out.

three junes
julia glass
i didnt expect much out of this audiobook. sometimes i pick out freebie audiobooks that are complete fluff. i really wanted fluff this month. instead, what i got was a neat, colorful, insightful story about life, death, fear, love and real family. ironic? maybe... but i'm really glad i listened. the narrator has a thick scottish accent, and couldnt do distinctive voices very well, but he followed the 3 part story from a scottish father to his expatriot (a la new york) son to a seemingly passing acquaintance that pulls the story together very nicely. maybe it was my full month, but i really enjoyed this one.