I've picked up and put down The Wasp Factory by Iain Banks, which was one of the last books I found, ultimately appearing on Paperback Swap in late May.
It's not a very long book, 184 pages all told, but it's terrifying. I'll read 20, 30 pages, get completely freaked out, and need to distance myself for a while. Mr. Banks, you are a stunning writer...but you terrify me.
I'm taking a break from the BBC list overall, because, frankly, I decided I don't want to start a second book from that list, and so until I can conquer my fear of Factory, it might be a while.
I also decided to take a look, and I have a total of 411 book in my apartment, excluding project books, but including cook books/books I've read. I feel like I need to get a nice dent completed in that list in order to feel better about my book consumption. There are always more books to read, but this is getting ridiculous.
Nor have I seen any AFI films lately, though Searchers is sitting on top of my DVD player. I have seen a decent number of films that are currently out (which is unusual for me) but I've decided to take full advantage of my being located within walking distance to two small theaters. For once, I feel like I'm actually going to know what the heck films are being referenced at the Oscars in February!
Though over all I'm at a stand still, I just wanted to pass along this essay on books by Johnathan Evision.
http://nwbooklovers.org/2013/01/09/the-argument-for-books-heavy-smelly-cumbersome-perfect-bound-books/
I'm quite proud of my bookshelves, because frankly, within those shelves lie the words and stories of a thousand worlds, and I cannot wait until I've read them all.
