I had an appointment at the bank on Wednesday* but overestimated the time it would take to get to there by bus. What to do in the intervening half hour? Well, wouldn't you know, there's a book store just by the bus stop. Huh. Might as well stop in for a visit, you never know what they might have on offer. Bargain copy of something-or-other ... wait! Nation! And as it was more than a month since its release (here, anyway), they actually had it!
I bought it.
I'd been planning to read it on the anticipated train trip at Christmas but it's amazing how space-time curls itself around a new book. I finished it Thursday evening.
And ... you know ... it's good. Or, at least, I liked it, even though it had a number of things that ought to have annoyed me. There were a handful of Stock Pratchett Characters, a secret in a cave like unto Thud!, and at times it sounded as if someone asked him 'What do you really think about religion? I mean really?' But I liked it enough that these things didn't matter. Perhaps it had been a long time since I'd read through a new work of fiction and then done so in so little time (the last time this was the case, Going Postal happened), or perhaps I was just in an emotionally receptive mood, but it almost made me tear up a couple times and I never cry at books. Didn't really make me want to draw, though. Maybe later.
Yes, Canadian Thanksgiving. Seasons. Weather. Coats and scarves. Good stuff. Going back tomorrow. Wish me luck.**
*Nothing to do with the 'financial meltdown,' just a bank appointment because apparently investing in my future is something that can only be done in person and not, e.g., from 1700 miles away.
**A request, not a demand.
I bought it.
I'd been planning to read it on the anticipated train trip at Christmas but it's amazing how space-time curls itself around a new book. I finished it Thursday evening.
And ... you know ... it's good. Or, at least, I liked it, even though it had a number of things that ought to have annoyed me. There were a handful of Stock Pratchett Characters, a secret in a cave like unto Thud!, and at times it sounded as if someone asked him 'What do you really think about religion? I mean really?' But I liked it enough that these things didn't matter. Perhaps it had been a long time since I'd read through a new work of fiction and then done so in so little time (the last time this was the case, Going Postal happened), or perhaps I was just in an emotionally receptive mood, but it almost made me tear up a couple times and I never cry at books. Didn't really make me want to draw, though. Maybe later.
Yes, Canadian Thanksgiving. Seasons. Weather. Coats and scarves. Good stuff. Going back tomorrow. Wish me luck.**
*Nothing to do with the 'financial meltdown,' just a bank appointment because apparently investing in my future is something that can only be done in person and not, e.g., from 1700 miles away.
**A request, not a demand.
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Date: 2008-10-20 04:16 am (UTC)That sounds like a good book, I'll have to check it out :) But what's this about you _inventing_ in your future? ;)
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Date: 2008-10-20 07:40 am (UTC)