I haven't really posted in a while, so I might just document a "book haul" I had experienced yesterday. I went out to the local shops with my friend Sophie, and the original plan was to buy lots of stationary for school again.
The only things I managed to buy in relation to that was a considerably cheap notebook and a considerably cheap pack of pens. That's it.
The rest of the time was spent traipsing around from one charity shop to the other, hunting for books like no tomorrow. This was a good idea. I came home with six.
The bottom one is The Godfather, which I was very pleased about because it was in excellent condition and I got it for only £1!
It is fancy, no? I really love it!
I finished reading Cat's Eye last night. I thought it was a great book, the ending was slightly wishy-washy in my opinion but it was the content itself that was great. Some bits didn't exactly have my eyes glued to the page, but obviously it would be difficult to be able to be interested in every aspect of Elaine Risley's life. Or perhaps that simply wasn't the case. I think I reached a point where overlapping description got too much for me. But the symbolism in this book was brilliant. I love the descriptions of her paintings and how time was integrated so seamlessly into the novel. Took me a while to read it, which is rare, I tend to finish books quite quickly, but the book basically documented the protagonist's life from around 6 or 7 to her late forties.
Now I have started reading The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time. I'm up to chapter 83. Oh, yes, of course. The chapters are in prime numbers so I'm actually on chapter 22. I have high hopes for this book, I've heard a lot of praise about it. I love how simplistic the book is, yet it's captivating that way. The mind of someone with Asperger's Syndrome is so interesting. Yet it is strange considering that I think in a completely different way than him: Christopher, the protagonist, thinks in numbers and science. I think with words and feelings. But in some weird parallel, I understand everything he means, how he feels or doesn't feel. He makes so much sense and makes me feel quite pretentious with my words and feelings.
Funny the emotions a book can bring out of you.
I supposed I should go make coffee now, I'm literally slumping at my desk from tiredness. Ciao for now.
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