After re-reading the final paragraph, I closed the book. I looked at it without seeing it, and, with my right hand holding my left, and my left hand holding the book, I held my cheek to the cover. For a brief moment, I wondered why they don’t make books edible. It seems that this book only taking up part of my mind isn’t enough.
12 June 2007
Report cards are done, Thursday's the last day of school, and a dear friend arrives tomorrow from Jamaica for a visit. Hope to make more headway in some personal projects before classes start up again in July, and my end-of-term reading list should be up by the weekend. Here are some other things that made me happy this morning:
New York Magazine finally asks about other books that should be translated into English. Carrie of Tingle Alley recommends what to pick up during the current McSweeney's and Soft Skull book sales. Stephen Mitchelmore explains why it's not a cockroach: "Openness is everything." fade theory falls in love with García Márquez again: