Here's what it came up with for me:
You're Mother Night!
by Kurt Vonnegut
Nobody knows what to believe about you, and you know least of all. You
spent most of your time convinced that the ends justify the means, but your means were,
well, downright mean! And the end is nigh. Meanwhile all you want is to travel back in
time, if not to change, then to just delight in the way it used to be. You are who you
pretend to be. Oh yes, you're the great pretender.
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Hmmm, yours is so much less insulting than mine, though it still isn't pretty. I do like that line 'you are who you pretend to be' though. Wish I'd thought of it!
wow - apparently I'm Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale - that's bleak, man. Bleak. I'd much rather be a Vonnegut book - that's more how I feel.
Btw, Roger, I've finished reading Taking Comfort. I've posted a brief review here - hopefully you can get to it...
Hi James and James! There's apparently a which coffee are you one now, though I feel that may be a quiz too far.
James the second, I can't read your review as I'm not on Facebook (maybe I should be?) but thank you so much for taking the time to do one. I am dying to know what you made of the book.
Hi Roger - I was worried that Facebook might not reveal all - I've pasted my short review (in Bookshare, an application in Facebook) here:
Redolent of Don DeLillo in its sensory sensitivity to the things that inhabit our lives. Funnier than I'd expected, especially about corporate London - minute, accurate observations of the oddities of working alongside others; could be handed to your average graduate as a primer on what working life is like. The psychological story is handled well. The plot is fun. The sex is good. The repetitive style is, at first engaging and tense, but by the end...hmmm... flags a bit. Overall, thumbs up.
Apologies for my new 'ricoeurian' moniker - I'm trying to bring some cohesion to my online identity across all these various social services. It's still me though.
James
I seem to be John Irving's A Prayer for Owen Meany. My girlfriend, on the other hand, tunrs out to be Nabokov's Lolita.
I think I'm getting the better end of this bargain.
Hi James, thanks for a great review - I really appreciate it and I'm blown away by the comparison to DeLillo. Sorry it's taken me a while to comment back, but I've been away.
Hi David, I've heard of quite a few people who came out as Lolita. Weird fun, hey?
Roger you must join Facebook! then we can be 'friends'. ha ha. It is the biggest time waster known to any writer but the novelty wears of after the first week and you only spend two hours a day on it instead of four.
By the way, I have a website! And I have put you in my links in the 'Family and Friends' section. It's very basic, to coincide with my US launch (Today! Today!) and I hope to have a more sophisticated one in the future.
www.rachael-king.com
Hey Rachael! Thanks for dropping in! Congratulations on the US launch. The Sound of Butterflies is a fabulous book. (Buy it, people!)
Facebook? I tried to register but I never got the confirmation email. They didn't want me! Imagine that - rejected by Facebook!
I came out as Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle which I didn't understand at all except that I like playing with string and would make a good leader of a small third world country.
Couldn't quite see it myself...
Came here via Femme au Foyer, btw.
Hi Sarah, thanks for dropping by!
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