Wednesday 8 August 2007
Hostel Living
This morning I woke up when a book landed on my head. Somehow it had fallen from the bunk bed above me and onto my head. Even stranger though, it was a copy of John Steinbeck's "Travels with Charley In Seach of America", the book I am currently reading. It took me several minutes to come around and realise the book wasn't my own copy and no it had not hurled itself at me during the night, but the girl in the bunk above had dropped her copy.
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Hey, what do you do with your books after you read them? Do you carry them with you (oh dear!) or do you know of that free books thing that you leave your book for anyone to find and read and then they will leave it someplace for someone else and so on? I don't remember what it's called but it's really cool and I think you put a sticker or something like that on the book so that people will know what the whole thing is about. I'm sure you've heard of that thing. If not, I don't know what it's called!
Lotsa love, I'll get back at some point with more e-mail, hugs and stuff from da Greek and bye bye!
Athina.
Hey Athina,
I don't know about the "sticker thing", but I don't keep all the books I read! I sell some to used book stores, but mostly I exchange them in hostels. Most hostels have a book exchange. At the moment my book buying isn't based on author or subject but rather the weight of the book! I'm reading some classics...
xx
Classics are great and I need to read again the hundreds of books I read in my early teens for I don't remember anything! I so have missed being totally absorbed by a good book and those good ol' guys are most of the time a guarantee.
hugs!
I haven't weighed in with a comment for a while but a conversation about classic literature seemed a good re-entry point...
I was simply too young to enjoy the works of Brown when I first studied him but once I matured sufficiently I remember thinking that his character of Langdon really represented a wonderful indicment of the modern "male", in particular when "compared" to older representations of "the" male, especially when one considers that those older "males" didn't have to decipher a code. Much less a Da Vinci code.
I don't need a book to fall on my head to tell me THAT!
It's a metaphor for Vietnam.
The written word is my drug. And I am addicted.
I take it you still have a subscription to Empire?
so POM, would you rather have a book fall on your head or me snoring the night away several tents apart :-)
Trevor
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