Most people are probably more familiar with the movie version of Hidden Figures than they are with the book. I, however, still haven’t seen the movie, and I don’t even have that great of an excuse.
I could blame it on the fact that my wife doesn’t enjoy sitting down to an entire movie the same way I do, but the movie Hidden Figures was released 3 years before I got married.
Regardless, when I saw the book for sale I figured that if it was good enough to make a movie out of I should probably give the book a chance. (Now that I’m writing that thought out, it’s not really a good way to decide what books to read. There are plenty of crappy books that get made into movies.)
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I didn’t really have a reason to read a book by Anna Kendrick. I’ve only ever seen her in a couple movies, and I didn’t finish any of those movies thinking, “Oh man, what else can I watch her in?!”
But I felt like it would be an entertaining enough book to read, which is pretty similar to how I feel about the movies I’ve seen her in. They’re entertaining enough to watch, but I can’t see myself going out of my way to recommend them to somebody.
Scrappy Little Nobody turned out to be just that.
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I recently decided I wanted to make a change to the books I read on Sundays. In order to make it more of an uplifting day, I made the decision to read books on Sundays that have some type of gospel or spiritual significance.
It might mean I have to interrupt whatever book I’m reading during the week – and it might take multiple Sundays to get through a single book – but it felt like something I should do.
Embracing the Broken was one of these “Sunday books”, but it didn’t turn out to be that inspiring.
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I can’t remember the last time somebody asked me who my celebrity crush is. Do people still care about that, or is that something people generally grow out of?
Regardless, I’ve been obsessed with Audrey Hepburn for years. I had an apartment when I was 26 with a designated Audrey Hepburn wall. If somebody ever would have broken into that apartment, they most likely wouldn’t have guessed they were in a 26-year-old man’s apartment.
But who cares…Not the 26-year-old who got to look at Audrey Hepburn every day, that’s for sure.
Continue reading “Book Nook: Enchantment – Donald Spoto”