I very rarely meet books I don’t like. I can usually find something of value between two covers. Unless the content is deliberately ugly, some piece of nastiness designed to lower the state of discourse and human society, in which case I tend to judge and condemn without cracking the spine. I don’t need to eat worms to know I won’t enjoy the experience. As … Continue reading Rereading is friendship and inspiration.
I like reading. It’s pretty much my favourite thing to do. I like fiction best, except when I’m in a nonfiction phase. I love an ebook because it lets me hide my consumption from people, but I also love a hard copy. One can get overwhelmed by books if you’re not a bit selective about acquisitions. I try to limit my physical purchases to favourite … Continue reading And Then There Were Books.
I’m curious. I’m curious about many things. I want to know about stuff. I always did. I was the kid that asked questions in class. A lot of questions. The best teachers are the ones who answer them. I want to know about things, and I want to know about people, though I notice I’m less curious about the latter once judgment and condemnation set … Continue reading Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back – an off-the-cuff joint.
I like to read. I’ve always liked to read, and I read a lot. Even these days, when my brain is tired, and most of the book reading is rereading, I read a lot. Several hours are spent on it every day, and no, I’m not including the reading one does while death-scrolling through social media. I read sections of several newspapers every day. I … Continue reading Anecdotes, trivia, and Clavin – an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast 