Reading things.

I recovered from feeling terrible probably about noon yesterday, and spent my day doing typical stuff. Basically, I had felt terrible for about a week and hadn't done any real cleaning. Frank hadn't, so it was up to me to deal with the fallout. The mess was pretty epic.

I was going to say how I really didn't have much more to say then that, but it turns out that's a dirty lie. I'd borrowed three books from the library, not really expecting all that much from them, and that's pretty much what I got. I don't know if I was expecting anything better from 'Queen Victoria, Demon Hunter', but I thought it was worth a shot. Eric Idle's 'Road to Mars' was a lot better, but it still didn't have a whole lot of substance behind it. Recently, I'd been wondering if I lost my passion for the printed word. I used to be able to sit there for hours and devour whatever I was reading. These days, I'd really been disappointed in my reading material, often just getting through a couple of chapters at a time before setting it down to do things that captured my interests better.

I went to Borders, looking for Bruce Stirling's Mirrorshades or Gibson's Zero History in paperback, and finding neither, so I picked up Battle Royale on a whim. First of all, it's great. Every time I sit down with it, if I have something else to do, I think, "Just one more chapter. These chapters are so short, it won't hurt just to see what happens in the next." Second of all, it's really not a plausible scenario at all, but it's scarily compelling in a way that something like a zombie scenario is. No regrets about this purchase. None at all.