Friends, the ol' desktop died the death last week - it ended up in something called a reboot loop - and we were without internets, or other computery functions, for what seemed like an eternity. Hubby got it sort of fixed last night - we lost everything on the damned thing, and I mean everything, for he had to download Firefox to it this morning.
In the meantime, I've been reading. I don't have time to post real reviews of the books I enjoyed while I was stuck in 1989 because today I have to ferry Gregory-bunny back and forth to the vet, multiple times. Short reviews for those short on time - GO!
This book really deserves much more attention than I can currently give it. Dazai takes the classic Japanese novel of ennui and social alienation to a whole new level, focusing on a character whose primary symptom of such is raging alcoholism. Truly hardcore. Dazai continues to blow my mind.
Fantastic! Heavy on the plot of the murder and allowing the civil war to fall into the background, Peters' thirteenth Cadfael chronicle is amongst my favourites.
Hubby and I watched the first Cafael movie, One Corpse Too Many, recently. It was really enjoyable although the pacing seemed rushed and they changed some key details from the book, and not to the story's advantage, in my opinion. The casting was great, however, especially with those chosen to play Cadfael, Hugh Beringer, and Prior Robert.
The second installment in the Sprawl trilogy. I wasn't certain at first, for it seemed a bit scattered, but when I figured out where Gibson was going - brilliant. And, of course, a great read like Neuromancer. Don't deprive yourself by not reading Gibson!
All this in the time it takes to eat a delicious bowl of oatmeal. Put almond butter in your oatmeal, friends; trust me.
PS-The poll results: a tie between Woolf's The Waves and Pamuk's The White Castle. I've decided to read Pamuk because I like him better than Woolf. That is all.