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So I have no idea why I decided to take a third year politics course in my final term. I am not a politics person. The course is Interest Groups & Social Movements. Interesting, you would think? No. Because politics people have brains that do not work like mine. And I am about to write a midterm and I am panicking. Obv. I am a masochist or something.
For the past week I've been hiding in books. I have read the mediocre Cause Celeb, the brilliant Anansi Boys by the amazing Neil Gaiman, Sunshine by Robin McKinley which was great except that it doesn't end and the hot love triange potential is not capitalized on and she does not intend a sequel and judging by her blog gets all high and mighty when people ask her for one, and A Home At the End of the World which was excellent but which part of me thinks made a better movie than novel (and also needs more sex). I am out of Discworld for the time being but will order more. Obviously I was craving some fiction. On the non-fiction front a read a lovely essay/book on The Wizard of Oz by Rushdie.
For the past week I've been hiding in books. I have read the mediocre Cause Celeb, the brilliant Anansi Boys by the amazing Neil Gaiman, Sunshine by Robin McKinley which was great except that it doesn't end and the hot love triange potential is not capitalized on and she does not intend a sequel and judging by her blog gets all high and mighty when people ask her for one, and A Home At the End of the World which was excellent but which part of me thinks made a better movie than novel (and also needs more sex). I am out of Discworld for the time being but will order more. Obviously I was craving some fiction. On the non-fiction front a read a lovely essay/book on The Wizard of Oz by Rushdie.