Okay, here’s the post I promised. Topic: Books. Well, specifically good books. For example, recently I have found myself lost in Jasper Fforde’s books – both the Thursday Next series and the Jack Spratt NCD series. Sightly reminiscent of my favorite The Phantom Tollbooth, these books are funny and crazy and confusing and thought-provoking, everything I like in a book. They’re long, too, and you don’t finish them too quickly – one of the best parts! HIGHLY recommended.
Other good books…funny, once I’m immersed in a series I can’t immediately think of other good ones I’ve just read. I’ll get back to you…
See, the problem with really good books is that once you start, you can’t stop and if you have to stop you find any excuse to go back to the book. You’re always thinking about the book, you wish it never ends, and when it finally ends (sob), you search for a sequel or another book by the same author. The most ideal solution is if the author is still alive; if he/she wrote no other books, you can bombard him/her with letters begging him/her to write another, and it actually might happen. If the author’s dead, then you’re in trouble, unless you happen to know a good psychic…
