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I am at home in Canberra, it is of course COLD (-3 predicted for tonight) and my parents have run off to the coast for my father's birthday, so my siblings and I are kicking around the house full of the delighted spirit of being ON HOLIDAYS. My brother is regaling me with the tale of how he asked his old Modern History teacher for a reference for an internship, and found out about how said teacher and half the boys in the current class (some of whom Rob tutors) had a long discussion about him, culminating in the agreement that he will be running the world one day.
Rob and I agree that this is not very likely and he will probably in fact be sitting on the sidelines reading Boris Akunin novels and sending the world-runners pointed notes with suggestions for improvement.
Lauren is cooking spag bol and telling me in the same breath about how her Latin class is reading Ovid, and what she thought of the use of Nick as a narrator in The Demon's Lexicon (TEN POINTS TO ME FOR EXCELLENT BIG SISTER MIND-SHAPING THERE).
It's almost like they're GROWNUPS, what is this nonsense.
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I have decided to spend the first two of my nine days of holiday not-studying, and so I have of course plunged headlong into some frantic reading. There is a pile of eight books sitting hopefully on my bedside table and my notebook standing in for a commonplace book is stuffed full of exclamation marks comparing the ideas of Pat Barker and Erich Maria Remarque*. HEAVEN. I have just started Mrs Dalloway and intend to follow it immediately with The Hours. But Rob has bought two new volumes of Fables! But I have an unread Connie Willis! But my mother has shoved the latest Jasper Fforde into my hands!
Really what I need is a YEAR off.
*If anyone has any recommendations for other novels about WWI, throw 'em my way.
Rob and I agree that this is not very likely and he will probably in fact be sitting on the sidelines reading Boris Akunin novels and sending the world-runners pointed notes with suggestions for improvement.
Lauren is cooking spag bol and telling me in the same breath about how her Latin class is reading Ovid, and what she thought of the use of Nick as a narrator in The Demon's Lexicon (TEN POINTS TO ME FOR EXCELLENT BIG SISTER MIND-SHAPING THERE).
It's almost like they're GROWNUPS, what is this nonsense.
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I have decided to spend the first two of my nine days of holiday not-studying, and so I have of course plunged headlong into some frantic reading. There is a pile of eight books sitting hopefully on my bedside table and my notebook standing in for a commonplace book is stuffed full of exclamation marks comparing the ideas of Pat Barker and Erich Maria Remarque*. HEAVEN. I have just started Mrs Dalloway and intend to follow it immediately with The Hours. But Rob has bought two new volumes of Fables! But I have an unread Connie Willis! But my mother has shoved the latest Jasper Fforde into my hands!
Really what I need is a YEAR off.
*If anyone has any recommendations for other novels about WWI, throw 'em my way.