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Monday, July 24, 2006



I picked up this book from the library over the weekend (the joys of books and A/C!). Really enjoying it so far. His observations about the character of people are lovely.


I read that one on vacation in May but didn't really love it. A little too weird for me (says the long-time fan of sci-fi and fantasy).

I'm the same way about finishing a book, though--I have to immediately pick out the next one. It doesn't matter how late it is at night, I can't go to sleep without an "active" book waiting to be picked up first thing the next morning. (Known in family parlance as "needing a fresh book.")

And, on the rare occasions I wander around the bookshelves, fruitlessly searching for a book to catch my interest? I call that being "bookless." The fact that I own thousands of books has nothing to do with it--at that moment, I'm bereft, abandoned, lost. Truly tragic. Almost as bad as that poor book-lover who breaks his glasses at the end of that Twilight Zone episode.


Hmm, now if you'd read this book first and then read Kafka... I wonder what you would think?


I've been cruising through books lately, too. I went through a period where I read about five books in two weeks (I was having heat-induced insomnia and reading late late into the night). I'm reading Bel Canto right now, which I'm enjoying, although I was a little hesitant about it at first, and I also really enjoyed Motherless Brooklyn, by Jonathan Lethem, which is a truly weird but fascinating book.

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