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A Convergence of BirdsEdited by Jonathan Safran Foer 
Today, I finished “A Convergence of Birds”, book #4 on my book list.  I’m not going to lie about the fact that I did skip a few pieces (mostly  poems) because I’m not really the poetic type. Some of the stories as  well were kind of hard to digest and I tried real hard to get through  each and every one of them. It can’t be helped, however, to just simply  not be able to comprehend one or two stories if you’re a dimwit like me.
Out of all the ones I did read, my favorites are Barry Lopez’s “Emory  Bear Hands’ Birds”, Robert Coover’s “The Grand Hotels” and Jonathan  Safran Foer’s “If The Aging Magician Should Begin to Believe”. I don’t  have any favorite poems because like I said, I’m really not much of  poetry reader.
The three stories I mentioned really touched me in different, unusual  ways. Especially the last one. I’ve never felt so profoundly sad and  sympathetic after reading a short story. Somehow, I felt the pain that  the magician was going through. It was as if I could see the sadness in  his eyes. I felt sympathy for everything he lost – love, time, control.  Does every aging man go through a phase like this – doubting his whole  life’s purpose or, even worse, considering his impending death as some  sort of salvation? It’s sad that a man of his age could feel so lonely  and so unfulfilled. He weeps after every show. Somehow, I couldn’t get  this off my mind. The image of an aging magician, alone in the world,  who can’t even afford to get his tuxedo fixed let alone buy a new one..  If I were in the right frame of mind, I would have cried reading this.  I’ve always had a soft spot for old people and this story nearly killed  me.
“The Grand Hotels”, on the other hand, was really beautifully  strange. Out of all the hotels he mentioned, I liked “The Grand Hotel  Penny Arcade”. I guess, it’s because it’s the one I could picture the  most in my head. Don’t get me wrong, all of them were so beautifully  describe that you could just imagine every detail, even the strangest  ones. On the other hand, “The Grand Hotel Nymphlight” is probably the  one I wouldn’t visit.
I’d like to say more about all these wonderful stories, but it just  isn’t any good when someone else is describing it to you and telling you  which stories they hold most dear to them. I might have said too much  about “If The Aging Magician Should Begin to Believe”, but I really  couldn’t help it.
Of course, these stories would not have been possible if it weren’t  for the wonderful and unique bird boxes of Joseph Cornell. His life is  just as interesting and intriguing as his works of art and all these  stories that they inspired.
I really feel a bit tongue-tied after just finishing this book a few  minutes ago. I just had to write about it immediately, but I realized  it’s not that good of an idea. I’m still pretty overwhelmed and quite  affected.
*jumps up and down*

A Convergence of Birds
Edited by Jonathan Safran Foer

Today, I finished “A Convergence of Birds”, book #4 on my book list. I’m not going to lie about the fact that I did skip a few pieces (mostly poems) because I’m not really the poetic type. Some of the stories as well were kind of hard to digest and I tried real hard to get through each and every one of them. It can’t be helped, however, to just simply not be able to comprehend one or two stories if you’re a dimwit like me.

Out of all the ones I did read, my favorites are Barry Lopez’s “Emory Bear Hands’ Birds”, Robert Coover’s “The Grand Hotels” and Jonathan Safran Foer’s “If The Aging Magician Should Begin to Believe”. I don’t have any favorite poems because like I said, I’m really not much of poetry reader.

The three stories I mentioned really touched me in different, unusual ways. Especially the last one. I’ve never felt so profoundly sad and sympathetic after reading a short story. Somehow, I felt the pain that the magician was going through. It was as if I could see the sadness in his eyes. I felt sympathy for everything he lost – love, time, control. Does every aging man go through a phase like this – doubting his whole life’s purpose or, even worse, considering his impending death as some sort of salvation? It’s sad that a man of his age could feel so lonely and so unfulfilled. He weeps after every show. Somehow, I couldn’t get this off my mind. The image of an aging magician, alone in the world, who can’t even afford to get his tuxedo fixed let alone buy a new one.. If I were in the right frame of mind, I would have cried reading this. I’ve always had a soft spot for old people and this story nearly killed me.

“The Grand Hotels”, on the other hand, was really beautifully strange. Out of all the hotels he mentioned, I liked “The Grand Hotel Penny Arcade”. I guess, it’s because it’s the one I could picture the most in my head. Don’t get me wrong, all of them were so beautifully describe that you could just imagine every detail, even the strangest ones. On the other hand, “The Grand Hotel Nymphlight” is probably the one I wouldn’t visit.

I’d like to say more about all these wonderful stories, but it just isn’t any good when someone else is describing it to you and telling you which stories they hold most dear to them. I might have said too much about “If The Aging Magician Should Begin to Believe”, but I really couldn’t help it.

Of course, these stories would not have been possible if it weren’t for the wonderful and unique bird boxes of Joseph Cornell. His life is just as interesting and intriguing as his works of art and all these stories that they inspired.

I really feel a bit tongue-tied after just finishing this book a few minutes ago. I just had to write about it immediately, but I realized it’s not that good of an idea. I’m still pretty overwhelmed and quite affected.

*jumps up and down*

Extremely Loud and Incredibly CloseBy Jonathan Safran Foer 
Finishing “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close” was kind of bittersweet.  Sure, I was happy that I got to finish a book after so long but, I was  also quite sad to leave Oskar and the rest of the Schells behind. As I  got to know each character more through the many letters that revealed  their individual stories bit by bit, I found myself getting incredibly  attached and affected by the pain that they were all going through. They  were all suffering, each and every one of them, in their own way. Oskar, with his cleverness and rather wild ideas, distracts himself from the pain and the reality by inventing, always. Even as he tries to sleep, he invents things that are way too advanced for a little kid like him. What got me the most was his blurry relationship with his mother. I kind of hated him for being that way at first, but I eventually understood. He’s only a kid, after all.
What affected me the most was the story about Oskar’s grandparents. It was quite painful to read, their story and their life together.
So, I now say goodbye to Oskar and the  Schells as well as the Blacks of New York. It was quite a journey! I’m  considering adding another Jonathan Safran Foer book to my book list.

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
By Jonathan Safran Foer

Finishing “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close” was kind of bittersweet. Sure, I was happy that I got to finish a book after so long but, I was also quite sad to leave Oskar and the rest of the Schells behind. As I got to know each character more through the many letters that revealed their individual stories bit by bit, I found myself getting incredibly attached and affected by the pain that they were all going through. They were all suffering, each and every one of them, in their own way. Oskar, with his cleverness and rather wild ideas, distracts himself from the pain and the reality by inventing, always. Even as he tries to sleep, he invents things that are way too advanced for a little kid like him. What got me the most was his blurry relationship with his mother. I kind of hated him for being that way at first, but I eventually understood. He’s only a kid, after all.

What affected me the most was the story about Oskar’s grandparents. It was quite painful to read, their story and their life together.

So, I now say goodbye to Oskar and the Schells as well as the Blacks of New York. It was quite a journey! I’m considering adding another Jonathan Safran Foer book to my book list.