Generosity was not one of the values I acquired growing up. Trying to change that though. From what I’ve learned, Paul McCartney is right: the more love you give, the more you get. I’m pretty stingy with my money when it comes to charity or donations. I’m not sure where I got it from — having a small allowance meant scrounging cents to buy the next $50 video game. I haven’t paid for music since the Napster days, and Netflix provides me all the DVDs I need. DLC? Ha. Free-to-play? I’ll wait the thirty minutes rather than pay a single cent. Maybe it’s because I’m so anxious, I keep everything…
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The Books I Read: November – December 2014
Me and Earl and the Dying Girl by Jesse Andrews It’s kinda funny. It eschews notions of romance, and really, it’s more about the friend, who reminds me of Tony Goldmark. I couldn’t get that image out of my head — the deadpan, Internet snarker-troll, self-deprecating, black comedy hamball. And that’s what the book is really about. This guy is an amateur filmmaker and it talks about his love of weird, foreign, independent cinema and his friendship with Earl, a black urban youth. And in the background is Rachel, an acquaintance who is forced by Tony’s mother to hang out with because she’s dying of cancer. The story’s not about…
