As an update to
this entry, I have managed to polish off these books within the last nine days:
The Jungle (Upton Sinclair)
Fiddler On The Roof (Joseph Smith)
Main Street (Sinclair Lewis)
The Picture Of Dorian Gray (Oscar Wilde)
The Naked Ape (Desmond Morris)
Slaughterhouse Five (Kurt Vonnegut)
The Pyramid (William Golding)
Rush Limbaugh Is A Big Fat Idiot (Al Franken)
Things Fall Apart (Chinua Achebe)
And I'm currently hacking my way through:
The Count of Monte Cristo (Alexandre Dumas)
Male and Female (Margaret Mead)
The Fountainhead (Ayn Rand)
I really do blame my high school education (or joke thereof) for the reason I'm suddenly so hungry for knowledge. I've always been of above-average intelligence and always been a voracious reader, but I've let my current circumstances lull me into complacency on so many levels...it's time to stop. I'm becoming an information sponge these days. It's dizzying, but I don't even remember the last time I felt this refreshed and alive.
round and round and round she goes
where she stops, nobody knows
The Jungle (Upton Sinclair)
Fiddler On The Roof (Joseph Smith)
Main Street (Sinclair Lewis)
The Picture Of Dorian Gray (Oscar Wilde)
The Naked Ape (Desmond Morris)
Slaughterhouse Five (Kurt Vonnegut)
The Pyramid (William Golding)
Rush Limbaugh Is A Big Fat Idiot (Al Franken)
Things Fall Apart (Chinua Achebe)
And I'm currently hacking my way through:
The Count of Monte Cristo (Alexandre Dumas)
Male and Female (Margaret Mead)
The Fountainhead (Ayn Rand)
I really do blame my high school education (or joke thereof) for the reason I'm suddenly so hungry for knowledge. I've always been of above-average intelligence and always been a voracious reader, but I've let my current circumstances lull me into complacency on so many levels...it's time to stop. I'm becoming an information sponge these days. It's dizzying, but I don't even remember the last time I felt this refreshed and alive.
round and round and round she goes
where she stops, nobody knows