Anyway, it's not as if anyone cares what I put here, so I care not about security ;-)
You know, I now have decided there is a good side to 45 minutes commutes. I can read a lot more!
This is what I have read in the last two weeks or so:
- The drum's skin (Nice novel by Arturo Pérez-Reverte)
- 3 pieces of JG Ballard's river world tetralogy (I can't find the third piece) Really nice!
- the 6th piece of Benford's galactic center hexalogy Crap!
- One book by Ann Rice. I can't even remember the name, and honestly they all melt in memory... this is the one where the ancient egypcian queen comes awakes. I don't think I will ever read another one of these.
And now I'm starting Paul Theroux's "The patagonian express", which is, so far, awfully good. "'This is like the trans-siberian', he said. 'No it isn't', I replied" is a seemingly stupid line that I can't get out of my head.
Not to mention:
"I had casually mentioned to her that I had been to Upper burma and Africa. I had described Leopold Bloom's love of 'the faint tang of urine'in the kidneys he had for breakfast. I had shown a knowledge of the Buddhism and the eating habits of Bushmen in the kalahari and Gandhi's early married life. I was a fairly interesting person, was I not? But not once in the entire conversation had she asked me a single question."
Now, Paul Theroux really sounds like a pretentious bore, but it's still fun, so as far as I am concerned, he should keep on being one ;-)