book blog by a teenage girl who does not just read "books written for girls" although obviously she does sometimes.
(that’s the inner sleeve image for in the aeroplane over the sea)
i finished the book. it’s not very long, as none of the books in the 33 1/3 series are, but it was so… powerful, especially when you consider that the format can be dry and hard to actually make all that interesting if you’re not already an obsessive. i’m not an obsessive, i just think it’s a very good album. but this book painted a picture of a brief moment and i want that moment. i want to start playing brass instruments again, want to learn the ukulele and autoharp and all the other instruments i’ve coveted from afar, learn how to write songs, listen to weird music that other people don’t really know about and travel over america. fuck yes. it won’t happen but the book makes me think that it’d be a really really cool thing to do if i could get some friends together and they were up for it. i like when books do that. nonfiction can be so good when it’s done right.