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Why I shouldn't lend books to people, part one
Wednesday, 3 June 2009 11:21 pmI was searching for my copy of Gabriel García Márquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude because Helen wanted to borrow it. Found it without much trouble in the bookshelf downstairs. Brought it up to my room with me to stuff into my bag (I was supposed to bring it today but I forgot) and I started flipping through it, and without realising it I had read through several pages, enough for Úrsula to lose her temper a few times.
I hastily closed the book at this point, because otherwise Helen will have to wait weeks before she finally gets the book.
This happens with most of the books I'm about to lend to people. I reread DWJ's Howl's Moving Castle before I passed the book to my mother. I had flipped through and read my favourite parts of Dorothy Dunnett's The Game of Kings on the flight home before leaving the copy with my mother. (Alas, she didn't even manage to start the book. I took it back with me the next trip home. I think I will buy her a copy and bug her to start reading it. Come on, friends on the internets! You need to read this book! I've given you reasons why you need to read this book before but here's a new one: AWESOME SUBTEXT. >.> You know who gets the blame for that.)
Now I am sort of lazing between books because I don't feel like starting Dunnett's Scales of Gold just yet, but the I'm having trouble getting into anything else.
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In other news: laptop still busted. Order put in for new one. Now I need to convince myself it's ok to splurge on this because sometimes it's ok to want nice things for yourself. What's the use of money if I can't spend it on myself. Right?
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Office got on the Twitter bandwagon pretty late, but now that everyone has found their way there, it's filled with the latest gossip. Very classy, office. Very classy. (I am saying that with a straight face. Yeah.) Anonymity is a great thing, yes?
I hastily closed the book at this point, because otherwise Helen will have to wait weeks before she finally gets the book.
This happens with most of the books I'm about to lend to people. I reread DWJ's Howl's Moving Castle before I passed the book to my mother. I had flipped through and read my favourite parts of Dorothy Dunnett's The Game of Kings on the flight home before leaving the copy with my mother. (Alas, she didn't even manage to start the book. I took it back with me the next trip home. I think I will buy her a copy and bug her to start reading it. Come on, friends on the internets! You need to read this book! I've given you reasons why you need to read this book before but here's a new one: AWESOME SUBTEXT. >.> You know who gets the blame for that.)
Now I am sort of lazing between books because I don't feel like starting Dunnett's Scales of Gold just yet, but the I'm having trouble getting into anything else.
--
In other news: laptop still busted. Order put in for new one. Now I need to convince myself it's ok to splurge on this because sometimes it's ok to want nice things for yourself. What's the use of money if I can't spend it on myself. Right?
--
Office got on the Twitter bandwagon pretty late, but now that everyone has found their way there, it's filled with the latest gossip. Very classy, office. Very classy. (I am saying that with a straight face. Yeah.) Anonymity is a great thing, yes?
