Review: The Martian

I finished reading The Martian by Andy Weir a few days ago.  I know, I know, I’m a bit behind the times on this.

My good friend, Sarah, recommended it to me last April.  She hadn’t read it yet, but her husband had, and he loved it.  Sarah knows I like space, so naturally, she mentioned the book to me and said that the movie would be coming out soon.  Naturally, I hadn’t heard any of that because I live under a rock.

Moving on: I finally read it because my fiancé, Chris, read it and really liked it.  He too knows how much I like space, and I agreed to see the movie with him once I’d read the book.  I had to get my butt in gear because the local theater that plays movies for cheap before they come out on DVD was showing The Martian.  So Chris checked it out for me (side note: he works at Half Price Books and can check things out from there – cool, right?), and I read it.

REALLY moving on: I finished reading The Martian.  And I REALLY liked it.  It was far funnier than I thought it’d be, though it wasn’t too funny.  I thought Weir found a great balance of humor and seriousness.  There were some incredibly tense moments and some incredibly heartbreaking moments.  I laughed out loud while reading it, and surprisingly, I cried at times as well.  I quickly became endeared to the main character, Mark Watney, as well as some of the minor characters – especially Mindy Park.  She’s muh girl.

There were a few things that I wasn’t a fan of: I thought that Watney was a bit flat at times.  Part of it was the style of writing – the story is told as Watney’s log entries, so naturally, the only things we’ll know about him are self-reported.  So his lack of intense emotional struggle was believable in that sense.

Other than that, though, it was good.  The pacing was pretty consistent, and while there was a lot of science and math talk, it was very accessible.  I’d recommend it to most friends.




Every New Beginning

So much can be said about beginnings.  So much has been said about beginnings.

I’m sitting here, trying to think of something to say about beginning, and all that’s coming to me are song lyrics, movie quotes, and bad puns.  You’d be startled by how bad they are.

I don’t have anything to say about beginnings in general, but I can tell you about THIS beginning.  As you can see in the About section of this blog, 2016 is going to be a year of beginnings for me.  I’m getting married (so as I write this, I’m NOT Jordan Hirsch yet.  Still Jordan Noblitt… sorry everyone).  I’m moving to St. Paul.  I’m beginning the seeking-to-get-published process.  And I’m starting this blog.

Why?  Because I want to share my experiences with others who might be going through the same thing.  I want it to be known that whoever you are, you’re not alone.  No one will have experiences identical to yours, but at least one person will have similar experiences to you.  I may not be that person, but I want to start conversations that could connect you to that person.  I want to share what I feel and think to encourage others to do the same.

I won’t do this perfectly by any means.  But my goal is for you to know that those things that make you feel different and like an outcast and isolated are likely things that you do have in common with someone else.  You might have them in common with me.


So if you’re a freak, I’m a freak, too.