A New Book
Today I went into town for a couple of hours to enjoy the sunshine. I had to buy a present for Tim, as it is his birthday on Monday. This took much less time than I'd expected, as did choosing some DVDs to add to my ever growing film collection. I chose 2001: A Space Odyssey, Lucky Number Slevin and I, Robot, although there were plenty of others I ummed and erred about.
A trip to the bank reminded me that it was pay day (£600 better off then I thought I was) and so I decided I'd take a detour on my way to Starbucks and buy a book to read whilst sipping my coffee, since I'd neglected to bring one along. Sadly enough, I didn't have any books that I was planning to buy and for a minute I worried that I might not be able to find any I'd like to read, but by the time I strolled into Waterstones I already knew what I was after: Stephen Fry's The Hippopotamus, the most obvious next book, having read Making History, The Liar and Moab Is My Washpot by this time last year and none of his books since.
I'm not usually one for reading books before buying them, but I couldn't help having a sneaky peak at the blurb and "About the Author" pages on this one. By the time I got to the till I was grinning like a crazy person and already wanted to give Stephen a big hug.
I wasn't in StarBucks very long, owing to needing to post Tim's present before work, so I only got a few pages in, but I'm already hooked. The man is a genius and if I haven't finished the book before I return from Bristol, I've been working too hard and not reading nearly enough.
Laters
A trip to the bank reminded me that it was pay day (£600 better off then I thought I was) and so I decided I'd take a detour on my way to Starbucks and buy a book to read whilst sipping my coffee, since I'd neglected to bring one along. Sadly enough, I didn't have any books that I was planning to buy and for a minute I worried that I might not be able to find any I'd like to read, but by the time I strolled into Waterstones I already knew what I was after: Stephen Fry's The Hippopotamus, the most obvious next book, having read Making History, The Liar and Moab Is My Washpot by this time last year and none of his books since.
I'm not usually one for reading books before buying them, but I couldn't help having a sneaky peak at the blurb and "About the Author" pages on this one. By the time I got to the till I was grinning like a crazy person and already wanted to give Stephen a big hug.
I wasn't in StarBucks very long, owing to needing to post Tim's present before work, so I only got a few pages in, but I'm already hooked. The man is a genius and if I haven't finished the book before I return from Bristol, I've been working too hard and not reading nearly enough.
Laters