Don’t feel bad that I’m not posting here often. It’s not that I don’t care about you. It’s just that you’re not worth my time.
Ziiiing.
More seriously: I’ve just been busy. Distracted. Not in a blogging mood. It’s a cyclical thing. I’m almost burned on TV and heading back into a heavy reading cycle.
Finished w/ the third book of The Dark Tower series by Stephen King. Currently reading through a true-crime book by Michael Connelly in which he chronicles a number of the major stories he covered during his years as a journalist on the crime beat. I’ve partially read: Isaac Asimov - “The Gods Themselves.” Soon I’ll be reading books by: Miura Ayako (a hard-to-find English-language translation of “Freezing Point”), Philip K. Dick (Blade Runner), Susanna Clarke (Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrel), and the first volume of the “Death Note” manga (original Japanese-language version).
I’ve got a couple more books sitting there, too, but I think this list is eclectic enough. Sorta. Let’s see… true crime, fantasy, scifi, manga. Ah, I know what I’m missing: Harlequin romance novels. Something about the pink covers throws me off. I mean, give me some good Jane Austen any day, but a modern romance novel? Never.
Did I give you enough distracting links along the way? If you’ve made it this far, you’re obviously afraid of tangents and really ought to just let loose and follow some of those links for once.
