And so it begins. Moving.

Lissette and I’s arsenal of books this evening. We love the downtown library.

With Borders going bankrupt, my cheap ass not wanting to pay for shipping or wait for books from Amazon, I’ve resorted to getting my reading material at Target. They have a great collection of bilingual books. Something tells me you guys are gonna get tons of posts of me quoting these books. In just flipping through them, I can already spot some favorites. For example: “Eight oranges. Ocho naranjas.”

Sit and think about that one for a minute.

I finally finished reading this. After who knows how long (not that long but I lagged it on the last 50 pages) cause I’ve been “so busy.” Point is that I got a few overdue fees on this mug cause I was slippin’ on my reading. I’m not going to write a full review on this book because I’m not good at reviewing too many things, let alone books. I’ll just share a few passages that I enjoyed. I will say though, I enjoyed Moon Palace much more than this book.

“Sex among aging people can have its embarrassments and comical longueurs, but there is also a tenderness to it that often eludes the young. Your breasts might sag, your cock might droop, but your skin is still your skin, and when someone you care about reaches out and touches you, or holds you in her arms, or kisses you on the mouth, you can still melt in the same way you did when you thought you would live forever.”

“One should never underestimate the power of books.”

– Paul Auster - The Brooklyn Follies

– Paul Auster - Moon Palace