Hi, it's been a while.
Now it's Christmas times, and I'm facing the last deadlines for this year. Yeah, on 27th December I still have shitloads of stuff to do by New Year, GO ME.
In 2010 I've read 50 books. It's more than last year or the year before that, probably more than I've ever read in one year in my life. I'm kind of happy. Especially I'm happy because those 50 books include a lot of books that have been on my to-read list for years and years.
Let's take Jane Eyre. Yep, meant to read that for ages. And I kind of liked it. Even though the translation was from 1945, and included old language that sounded weird.
And... Two novels by Hemingway. I never thought I'd like Hemingway, but I did. Good.
Joyce Carol Oates and Expensive People. Hm. Interesting. Art is arbitrary.
My favourite among the 50 must be Hermann Hesse's Steppenwolf. It is an amazing book.
And I should not forget Ray Loriga's The Man Who Invented Manhattan. It's... too great to describe. This man is a divine creature.
I did read some scifi too. Pat Cadigan's Mindplayers, which I could have got signed by the author as she visited Finncon, but on the day of the signings I had left my book home...
I didn't write much, though. The creative writing courses kept me busy, but in addition to that, I've written pathetically little. Some really angsty stuff and also some scifi stuff. Or 'new weird' as the cool kids say.
I should write more.
