The Syndicate

Khaled Hosseini - And The Mountain Echoed.

Just starting it. Will give you my opinion when I form one.

Ricochet wrote: ↑Fri Oct 13, 2017 12:16 pm Same, but I've started wishing to read English novels in, well, English at times - without having to pay twice as much for a paperback copy (if any to be found in my town, that is).

It's funny how I'm principled with this, whilst having no restrictions and rules in acquiring (sometimes "acquiring", as well) tons of music. But I suppose I enjoy one book at a time, over a short to medium stretch of time, whereas my tank is virtually bottomless for taking in new music.

I have this problem too. I will never read an English book translated into another language. I prefer to read it in its original language. Living in a small town with a tiny bookshop with like 20 English books all modern crimes, is depressing, but I just order all my books online now. Doesn't replace the feeling of browsing a bookstore, but what can we do. Oftentimes there are great deals online too (in Sweden, it's bokus and Aldibris). I don't know where you live, but I'm sure you can find an online bookstore and hit the REA sections!

Sweden's amazing with the books and all, but I currently work near and live in a redneck northern town, population like 300 and the nearest city has a population of 6200.

rereading 1984 starting tomorrow on my overnight trip.

im starting thucydides' history of the peloponnesian war tonight. pray for me.

as many of you know, my favorite book ever is jane eyre. so how could it have been my favorite for so many years and i go without reading wide sargasso sea you ask? no idea. my boyfriend got it for me and i was like, ok so who dis? was pretty shocked i didn't know of its existence. it's a prequel to jane eyre (a response, if you may) written in the 1960s, from the POV of mr. rochester's mad wife, antoinette cosway (or bertha as he renamed her). amazing book that tackles all kind of race and identity issues, and anyone who comes from mixed backgrounds like me can really relate to and appreciate the content and trauma that exists in discovering a person's identity when they can't claim any country as their own. born in jamaica and taken to europe, it tells you how much conflict exists in "foreigners" and how they never feel truly accepted or loved for who they are. i cried a few times. highly recommended.

now to tackle on ayn rand's fountainhead like the little wannabe-libertarian that i am.