

This is another YA novel that my fiancee, graciously, without complaint, picked up from his library rather than listen to me weep and moan about going another day without reading it. With a sigh, I'd sink back into the world between the pages, a place I knew I only had a limited time with, as I raced against the end of the story, dreading what I knew would come (the sequel, always the sequel with a YA book). As I sat on the couch for the better part of Sunday, utterly engrossed in the story, I pulled myself away from the story long enough to try and explain why it was so marvelous only for my fiancee to laugh uncontrollably. Trying to describe this book without that smile was impossible. Necklaces of wish beads? Collections of teeth in jars? Giraffe-necked friends and message birds with bat wings? And then the second half, the story within the story, or rather the story of the story! There is a sly smile as facts are laid out, much like the smile the lead character gives when telling truths of her life as if they are casual jokes. There is a sly smile as facts are laid There's a wryness to the way the story is be told, that the author hints at in her early descriptions of Karou. There's a wryness to the way the story is be told, that the author hints at in her early descriptions of Karou. The only reason I remember the number today - 490 - is because it's written in my notes. I tried some of these memory techniques, however impractical, like corresponding an image to a number to help remember my hand during one round of hand and foot by placing each image on a different cabinet door in my mental imaging of my fiancee's childhood kitchen. There are historical examples of how memory came to be, was an important part of education and lost that stronghold, but it's very much the story of someone finding something to be passionate about in an era where you need to move back home with your parents to make ends meet, the players and the memory competition itself. What I ultimately took away from this wasn't why I set out to read it, which I suppose is the reason I recommend it. But if that's what you're looking for too, or if you think this will help you remember if you shut off the straightening iron before leaving the house, well this isn't the book you think it is. I've been fascinated by cognition since I took a course at Rutgers, how your brain processes and decodes information, how different injuries make people's lives better or worse, how I can remember with perfect clarity events that others swear happen differently.
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if I hadn't just spent the past four months wandering around a thousand pager fantasy series that is so unlike this book I found it hard to believe they'd been written in the same native language. Foer's story of becoming an unlikely participant in an unusual event is the sort of thing I'd find immensely appeasing. While finishing this one was a struggle, a lot of it has stayed with me in a way most of what I've been reading lately hasn't. The resulting story is one part participatory journalism and one part the history of memorization. Memory Championship, he had no idea he'd be participating in the following year's. The resulting story When Joshua Foer covered the finals of the U.S.

When Joshua Foer covered the finals of the U.S. It feels good to be let back into the rest of the world, to lay down this three pound book and hope that I forget my indifference to this particular section of the story when the (hopefully better) sixth installment comes out.more

although I did read the final pages while walking home, because it seemed silly to have to wait those seven minutes just to read a couple of paragraphs. I would be lying if I said this installment wasn't a little bit of a let-down, but I'm sure a factor of that is also having read them all back-to-back-to-back until I'm trying to use Westersoi words on SpellTower and then getting supremely annoyed when they don't work.īut you know a book isn't very good when you sneak four very different graphic novels in during that span and don't quickly turn to it during lunch. I would be lying if I said this installment wasn't a little The fifth book in A Song of Fire and Ice. The fifth book in A Song of Fire and Ice.
