This postFatigue sits on my shoulders, weighs me down, tugs on my eyelids, hums lullabies in my head. I don’t think I’m particularly stressed, but my body begs to differ. Funny how that works. Anyway, I’d love to go home and take a nap right now, since I can’t think of anything to blog about except how tired I am. And we all know how riveting that is.
Forcibly changing the topic, I came across a mention of Malcolm Gladwell’s book Blink this morning, and it looks like an extremely interesting book, judging by the excerpts on the website. And so I’m now waiting for a copy to come in at the library (they’re all checked out).
You know, I think I can talk about books quite easily even when I’m tired. :) In between homework assignments I’m reading Henry Sweet’s The Practical Study of Languages, Steve Krug’s Don’t Make Me Think (about web design), Dean Hughes’s Since You Were Away, and James Owen’s Here, There Be Dragons — which I’m reading primarily because the three main characters are J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, and Charles Williams, as you can see over at TheOneRing.com, and because on the back cover Orson Scott Card gives this endorsement: “Is there anyone who wouldn’t enjoy reading Here, There Be Dragons? If there is such a person, I haven’t met him, and I doubt that I would like him if I did. I am only disappointed that, because this book is so new, I’ll have to wait too long to read the sequels.” Quoting from the article, one of Owen’s premises for the book is “what if three of the greatest, most beloved fantasists of the last century, who truly were friends, had actually chanced to meet earlier than the world knows they did?” I’m a third of the way into it and liking it.
Speaking of Charles Williams, I finished War in Heaven a couple of weeks ago. Quite an interesting book. :) I’ll certainly be checking out his other works.
