Well, let's see. I have a number of bookmarks, both real and virtual, and to include them all would increase my stress level significantly, but I finished a much needed reread of Wilkie Collins The Woman In White (see the author's list for my thread), started my Library of America collected works of Thomas Paine, but only started, am maybe 25 pages in on Niall Ferguson's Empire, a delightful scholar who makes me feel frisky, and maybe 15 pages in on Vonnegut, who spares us nothing in being lewd and smart in equal doses, but doesn't make me feel frisky, perhaps because he was old and dead by the time I got to Slaughterhouse Five, 15% through a competent but boringly typical Randy Singer thriller, finished a short collection of Tolstoy's end of life novellas, which reconciled me mildly to the greatest Russian mystic, although he is still a PIA (you can figure those caps out) and reread The Man Whom the Trees Loved, which, if I had remembered that I had read it, would not have downloaded, and am in Chapter 4 of Oblomov, not counting my Foucault and Lampedusa bookmarks, etc.
Oh yes, read some H.G. Wells to remind myself why he is not and never will be to my taste, regardless of Speilberg's fairly ambitious adaptation of TWoTWs that makes the novel seem almost the science fiction classic it is supposed to be. I just don't like Wells, or Verne, but Sturgeon-- he is another matter, and rivals the best in the literary genre.
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