Really depressed and decided to treat myself to an enormous book haul. Anybody else find themselves drowning their sorrows at bookstores? That’s where you’ll find me when I’m really depressed, somewhere in the Barnes & Noble in Studio City, browsing the teen fiction aisles with this forlorn look of displeasure in my eyes.
I’ve been getting really interested in money and the stock market–don’t ask me why–and figured it was time to pick up some of Michael Lewis’s titles. If you don’t know who he is, I suggest looking him up, he’s about the best journalist this side of the twenty-first century. I wasn’t aware how many incredible movies he was responsible for. Insane.
With all the shit going on in our government, Wall Street’s aversion to the Trump presidency and Wall Street’s too-close-for-comfort ties with the Clinton Administration, I figured it was time for me to educate myself on what all this stuff means, because, if we’re being honest here, most of it goes right over my head.
The time was the 1980s. The place was Wall Street. The game was called Liar’s Poker.
Michael Lewis was fresh out of Princeton and the London School of Economics when he landed a job at Salomon Brothers, one of Wall Street’s premier investment firms. During the next three years, Lewis rose from callow trainee to bond salesman, raking in millions for the firm and cashing in on a modern-day gold rush. Liar’s Poker is the culmination of those heady, frenzied years—a behind-the-scenes look at a unique and turbulent time in American business. From the frat-boy camaraderie of the forty-first-floor trading room to the killer instinct that made ambitious young men gamble everything on a high-stakes game of bluffing and deception, here is Michael Lewis’s knowing and hilarious insider’s account of an unprecedented era of greed, gluttony, and outrageous fortune.
I LOVEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDD this movie so much. Jonah Hill and Brad Pitt are my favorite on-screen duo since Kate Winslet and Leonardo Dicaprio.
The Oakland Athletics have a secret: a winning baseball team is made, not bought.In major league baseball the biggest wallet is supposed to win: rich teams spend four times as much on talent as poor teams. But over the past four years, the Oakland Athletics, a major league team with a minor league payroll, have had one of the best records. Last year their superstar, Jason Giambi, went to the superrich Yankees. It hasn’t made any difference to Oakland: their fabulous season included an American League record for consecutive victories. Billy Beane, general manager of the Athletics, is putting into practice on the field revolutionary principles garnered from geek statisticians and college professors. Michael Lewis’s brilliant, irreverent reporting takes us from the dugouts and locker rooms-where coaches and players struggle to unlearn most of what they know about pitching and hitting-to the boardrooms, where we meet owners who begin to look like fools at the poker table, spending enormous sums without a clue what they are doing. Combine money, science, entertainment, and egos, and you have a story that Michael Lewis is magnificently suited to tell.
Steve Carrell. Am I right?
Also, how great is this cover? There are about five different version of The Big Short and I actually find this version to be really pretty. I hate ugly covers, honest to god. How hard is it to make your book, which you spent a year perfecting, somewhat presentable?
The real story of the crash began in bizarre feeder markets where the sun doesn’t shine and the SEC doesn’t dare, or bother, to tread: the bond and real estate derivative markets where geeks invent impenetrable securities to profit from the misery of lower- and middle-class Americans who can’t pay their debts. The smart people who understood what was or might be happening were paralyzed by hope and fear; in any case, they weren’t talking.
Michael Lewis creates a fresh, character-driven narrative brimming with indignation and dark humor, a fitting sequel to his #1 bestseller Liar’s Poker. Out of a handful of unlikely-really unlikely-heroes, Lewis fashions a story as compelling and unusual as any of his earlier bestsellers, proving yet again that he is the finest and funniest chronicler of our time.
I wasn’t kidding when I said I went on a major Michael Lewis book binge, and I also wasn’t kidding about how insanely talented he is. Every single book I grabbed some huge start leaped into mind.
For instance… Sandra Bullock? Right? Right? Right? Yeah.
Tim McGraw… Lily Collins?
Need I keep going?
When we first meet him, Michael Oher is one of thirteen children by a mother addicted to crack; he does not know his real name, his father, his birthday, or how to read or write. He takes up football, and school, after a rich, white, Evangelical family plucks him from the streets. Then two great forces alter Oher: the family’s love and the evolution of professional football itself into a game where the quarterback must be protected at any cost. Our protagonist becomes the priceless package of size, speed, and agility necessary to guard the quarterback’s greatest vulnerability-his blind side.
- The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton
Never read… I know I know I know, how can I be a reader if I haven’t even read The Outsiders? I’m going to, I promise. But after reading and HATING Catcher in the Rye, I’m sort of terrified of classics.
I’m stoked I waited to pick this book up… because how cool is the 50th Anniversary Exclusive Collector’s Edition?? I love hard covers without dust jackets, they remind me of mini yearbooks.
Ponyboy can count on his brothers. And on his friends. But not on much else besides trouble with the Socs, a vicious gang of rich kids whose idea of a goo d time is beating up on “greasers” like Ponyboy. At least he knows what to expect—until the night someone takes things too far.
- Our Chemical Hearts by Krystal Sutherland
I waited awhile to pick this one up, even though I wanted it pretty much the moment it came out, because it’s dangerous business selecting popular titles when you’re a member of so many book boxes. I hate getting duplicates. It’s the worst thing ever. Especially because book boxes aren’t exactly cheap.
When covers are weird and interesting like this one, I always have a desire to read just because I want to know why it isn’t an obvious depiction of teenage love. Like boy-girl in a field holding hands type of situation.
They compare her to John Green and Rainbow Rowell, so I’m curious if she can rise up to that majesty, but I’m thinking not. Though I’m only talking about the John Green part of that equation, I’m not a huge fan of Rainbow Rowell, found Fangirl to be a little silly.
John Green meets Rainbow Rowell in this irresistible story of first love, broken hearts, and the golden seams that put them back together again.
Henry Page has never been in love. He fancies himself a hopeless romantic, but the slo-mo, heart palpitating, can’t-eat-can’t-sleep kind of love that he’s been hoping for just hasn’t been in the cards for him—at least not yet. Instead, he’s been happy to focus on his grades, on getting into a semi-decent college and finally becoming editor of his school newspaper. Then Grace Town walks into his first period class on the third Tuesday of senior year and he knows everything’s about to change.
Grace isn’t who Henry pictured as his dream girl—she walks with a cane, wears oversized boys’ clothes, and rarely seems to shower. But when Grace and Henry are both chosen to edit the school paper, he quickly finds himself falling for her. It’s obvious there’s something broken about Grace, but it seems to make her even more beautiful to Henry, and he wants nothing more than to help her put the pieces back together again. And yet, this isn’t your average story of boy meets girl. Krystal Sutherland’s brilliant debut is equal parts wit and heartbreak, a potent reminder of the bittersweet bliss that is first love.
- Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur
I’ve taken a little peak into this collection of poetry and literally can’t wait to read. I’m fairly certain y’all have seen this book at one point in time, it’s crazy popular and only getting more attention by the day.
It reminds me a bit of Roald Dahl with the illustrations inside.
Gonna try to get through it before the year ends. It promises to be stunning even though I’m not big on poetry.
Milk and Honey is a collection of poetry and prose about survival. About the experience of violence, abuse, love, loss, and femininity.
The book is divided into four chapters, and each chapter serves a different purpose. Deals with a different pain. Heals a different heartache. Milk and Honey takes readers through a journey of the most bitter moments in life and finds sweetness in them because there is sweetness everywhere if you are just willing to look.