I <3 Obsession

I really do love obsession. In fact, I'm obsessed with it. Right now, I'm obsessed with Tori Amos (who I'm very strongly considering dubbing my favourite artist ever) and I'm listening to her just about non-stop. I mean, really. I love her. At the moment I just have her greatest hits album (because I always buy greatest hits when listening to a new old artist) and it's fantastic. Once I've listened to every single song a million times and fallen in love with every single song I'm going to buy all of her albums in chronological order. Because there's nothing better than rediscovering a greatest hits song on an original album. It's like, "Wow! This song is a massive hit but they didn't know it at the time!" So squee for that.

For my imaginary readers who are interested, check out "Cornflake Girl", "Crucify" and "Spark". Life-changing.

Next obsession. My birthday is in four days (whoop whoop!) and I'm getting forty-three books.

Yeah.

But I'm happy about it because I know what 42 of them are so there's just the right amount of surprise. I'm also getting a pair of super-awesome earphones (which couldn't be more perfect because my exams start the next day which = oodles of iPod fun whilst I try to revise) so I'm seriously looking forward to listening to all my favourite songs in superb quality. 

I'm also currently obsessed with "Revolutionary Road", which is our review for this blog post. I must say that it is the number one most depressing novel that I've ever read, but I totally 100% love it. The way that Yates darts between the past (how things used to be), the future (how things could be), and the oh so INADEQUATE present is mind-blowing. The man is (was?) a genius. The characters are so real and he evokes such sadness from something as mundane as the suburbs. But that's how he does it. Everything is so fantastically quaint that it is "hopeless and empty", to quote Frank Wheeler.

Downside. I hate. HATE. April. The good news is that terrible things happen to her and they were all her fault. Frank, her husband, does the whole 'I have a dream' thing beautifully by contemplating and dreaming and ultimately STRIVING to meet the goal, while April sits around thinking about how things could get in the way and how she won't be happy without the dream and, really. She needs to adapt. 

I think I have to go now, but there are more obsessions. I've discovered a new love of blogging, so expect more frequent posts, dear imaginary reader.

XOXO Gossip Girl