Thursday, March 14, 2013

Argo: How the CIA and Hollywood Pulled of the Most Audacious Rescue in History by Antonio Mendez and Matt Baglio

I listened to this on tape, actually.  Well, actually actually it was a library digital download.  So shoot me for using dated terms.

It was a fun-ish listen, I guess.  Honestly, I was more interested to see how the movie matched up. It was certainly the same story, though it was quite obviously jazzed up a bit.  One of the oddest things about the book is learning that Tony Mendez is apparently quite the painting devotee!  He got into the CIA as an artist - doing document forging and things like that.  But he said in the book that he has always considered himself an artist before a CIA agent.  Who'd have thought?

The reader stank. His pronunciation of the word "houseguests" was the most precise, laborious thing I have ever heard.

Enjoyable if, like me, you wanted more details after watching the movie.

The Fault in Our Stars by John Green

Have I ever mentioned that I never cry in books?  I never cry in books.  At least never for real. I made myself cry at the end of A Severe Mercy, but it was out of obligation.

At first I thought that I might have to dislike this book on principle.  The main girl was so quirky and well-read and witty that I began to believe I would have to dismiss her as an unrealistic character.  But then I got further in and realized that though she is wittier than I will probably ever be, she dealt with her stuff the way I would. And the problems she had were ones that would bother me. And I began to think she was a real person.  And I would call that successful writing.

I cried in this book.  I sobbed. Twice.  It could be that I have a boyfriend I like rather a lot now, and the idea of death and all that has a new significance.  But either way, I wept like a baby.

Read it and weep.