March 27th, 2007

new year


Today I am taking my own advice: lying down and reading my library books.

Yesterday I finished Gaiman's Anansi Boys which was so good, it brought tears to my eyes at the appropriate places. Highly recommend to young & old alike, as it is one of those excellent books that has a great deal to offer anyone.

Then feeling a need for something amusing and light, I read Pratchett's Wee Free Men. This kept me up far too late, but the laughing out loud part was so successful I am thinking of turning next to the Solid Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse although I am not familiar with the author Rankin except by reputation. It is sometimes a fine thing to have a wide selection of unread books at hand. Another project for another day, week, month, to sort out books (read/unread, keep/give away).

But this morning I thought I should get onto more of those library books, although I am down to the nonfiction, which I have to read a bit at a time instead of in great gulps. So I started in on Bill Bryson's In a Sunburned Country. I think the lightness of his style is far more suitable to the subject of Australia, with its immensity and dangers, than it was to Britain in his Notes on a Small Island which I found almost annoyingly twee. No worries mate. Also this is practically research for my own writing project, which is stalled after the excitements of the last couple weeks.

Short walk only. At my doctor appointment, he said this weather has all of their pain-disorder patients particularly troubled.