Bath. Bourbon. Book.
I started a Pratchett novel about witches, but figured I ought to deal with library books first. A Discovery of Witches has been in my lap pretty much all day other than my brief foray to the grocery store. I‘ve always enjoyed urban fantasy and am thoroughly enjoying Harkness‘s take this far.
But the trouble was that ignorance became more interesting, especially big fascinating ignorance about huge & important things like matter and creation, and people stopped patiently building their little houses of rational sticks in the chaos of the universe and started getting interested in the chaos itself-partly because it was a lot easier to be an expert on chaos, but mostly because it made really good patterns that you could put on a T-shirt.
I‘m in the beginnings of a book hangover. Strange the Dreamer was enthralling and I wasn‘t ready to leave Weep. My sweet librarian gave me an ARC she had laying around (bless that sweet woman for always giving me books) and I started reading on Monday at school during Independent Reading. I haven‘t read something so difficult to put down in a long time. Taylor writes beautifully and I‘m finding it very difficult to come back to the real world.
“Greaves can find no answer to this. He can see that determinism might be very comforting as a philosophical position, but he doesn‘t feel that it maps very well onto individual human actions. If every one always knows what they‘re doing and acts in a perfectly rational way, how did most of world history happen?”
I voted last week, which happened to be at my local library. I also happened to need to renew my library card. How could I resist browsing? It isn‘t as if I don‘t have over 100 books I own that need to be read, or that I don‘t work in a high school where I have direct access to a library. #teacherreads #cantstopwontstop
One of the many things on my shelf that was introduced to me in college, but that I so rarely return to. Oh Byron, you rapscallion bisexual lord of ridiculousness.
I finished this a couple months ago--read it to fulfill my yearly minimum commitment to read one non-fiction book a year. Barker is funny and smart. Reading her memoir was an entertaining reminder that even the most coveted jobs aren't all they're cracked up to be.