The girl with the dragon tattoo

I don't see what the fuss is about! It is just your everyday run-of-the-mill grisly action flick, with a healthy dose of sexual perversion and biblical references thrown in to satisfy the weird and the whacky. Luckily, the dry, factual style made the characters and situations feel distant and actively unevocative. The only part that drew any emotion from me was (SPOILER ALERT!) the sense of "yessss! take that, asshole!" at the ample response Lisbeth Salander doles out to Nils Bjurman. Otherwise, the book felt like it was intentionally titillating, pandering, sensationalising.

OK- I just wiki-ed the book and found that the reason Larsson's books deal with so much sexual perversion was that "Larsson, who was disgusted by sexual violence, witnessed the gang rape of a young girl when he was 15. He never forgave himself for failing to help the girl, whose name was Lisbeth - like the young heroine of his books, herself a rape victim, which inspired the theme of sexual violence against women in his books." Now I feel bad. Ignore previous paragraph.

Reading

It's been ever so long since I opened a book- or clicked on my kindle. It feels like I was more literary in high school than I have ever been since! Is that a common thing? Or have my brain cells been slowly dying off since birth, and in an accelerated manner through college and after?

With my new resolution to do something for myself everyday firmly in place, I re-visited a book I started ages back: The girl with the dragon tattoo. A good book with which to ease my way back into the reading habit. I went from 6% to 22% of the book on the Kindle last night. Although the first chapter was a terrible drag, the book has really launched into action mode after that. I continue to read today at a furious pace. Will let you know where my resuscitated reading mode takes me next.

Great cheese, happy cows; great babies, happy moms

Ganesh told me a few days ago that longitudinal studies have proven that people who talk about their goals don't really accomplish them. So at great risk to my goal accomplishment, I am announcing my goal as a mom to my abandoned blog. One could argue that it's not such a great risk given that no one, including me, ventures toward this blog anymore. The digital equivalent of "even walls have ears" would be my withering reply. Anyways, long story short: here's my resolution as a mom- to do something just for myself everyday. So from this point forward, for as long as I have enthu, this blog is going to be about what I did to make myself happy each day.

Today, to make myself happy, I am updating my blog over a glass of wine. You may notice that I will be doing several things over several glasses of wine through the upcoming weeks. The wine is not the protagonist of this story, but plays a key supporting role. Later today, I also mean to go for a manicure, if at all possible. Since I go to a cheap, vietnamese joint for my manicure, there will be no wine involved in that process.