Life has run on without me.
Again.
No I'm not really complaining.
Anyway, I finally finished reading Lolita.
It's not the kind of book people normally read.
For reasons.
It was written in the 1950s
By a Russian literature author
And it was rejected by publishers three times
One of the reasons being "If I (the publisher) published this, you and I will get arrested"
IF your mind is going into the gutter, you're almost right.
No comment.
But shit I have a ton of books I want to read now
literature books are suddenly pretty interesting.
I blame that book that assured me I'd write a novel in this year.
I mean, come on, Jeremy Eugenides really rocks.
And I really kind of want to study the idea of writing styles.
I mean, what the hell does grace in writing mean?
and I want to learn languages.
French for one, maybe do some catching up on Japanese for conversation.
Meh, D:
I don't think I'll ever get anything done.