On reading
I finished Dracula about 3 minutes ago. It was really refreshing actually wanting to pick up a pencil and make notes in the margin and underline certain passages. It's comforting know that I don't have to do that but want to anyway. Reminds me that my brain's not dead. At least not yet. There's so much in this book. Of course there's all the sexuality because, well, vampirism=sexy apparently. I'm not one to argue in this case. Tomorrow I'm going to rent some version of the movie, probably with Gary Oldman. Ooh, sirius!Dracula. May take a day or two to sort through all my thoughts.
Time for nonfiction, I think.
Time for nonfiction, I think.