memory of memory
I've had a pretty rough few days for a number of reasons that I don't plan to detail here. Yesterday and today, however, my life was made just a little bit brighter by my iPhone. I've downloaded lots of things from the App Store, but the best (so far) is eReader, an electronic book reader. ckd has a huge online library, so I'm taking advantage of it. I must have 50 books loaded, with loads of room for more (and that's with my old 8gig model!).
(Note that most of ckd's books are eReader/Fictionwise, but he does have some in Mobipocket, the latter which I can peruse using the new app stanza (unlocked Mobipocket, at least)).
So I've been reading Lois McMaster Bujold's Memory (Amazon paperback, first three chapters). Bujold's hero Miles Vorkosigan has been dealt a bad hand in the form of recurring seizures. All at once he's lost his identity (or alter identity, in the form of Admiral Naismith) and purpose, and feels stuffed into and constrained by his home life.
The book is an incredible tale of self rediscovery, and is beautifully written to boot. It details Miles' journey from a lying, cheating (mostly ethically) mercenary soldier to an upstanding community-focused man who cares deeply for the cast around him who supported him while he grew up. At 30, he's still not grown up, or perhaps I should say, is just growing up.
It had been quite some time since I last read Memory, but I'm enjoying every single (electronic) page. Usually it takes music to lift my mood, but this time all it took was the written word.
(Note that most of ckd's books are eReader/Fictionwise, but he does have some in Mobipocket, the latter which I can peruse using the new app stanza (unlocked Mobipocket, at least)).
So I've been reading Lois McMaster Bujold's Memory (Amazon paperback, first three chapters). Bujold's hero Miles Vorkosigan has been dealt a bad hand in the form of recurring seizures. All at once he's lost his identity (or alter identity, in the form of Admiral Naismith) and purpose, and feels stuffed into and constrained by his home life.
The book is an incredible tale of self rediscovery, and is beautifully written to boot. It details Miles' journey from a lying, cheating (mostly ethically) mercenary soldier to an upstanding community-focused man who cares deeply for the cast around him who supported him while he grew up. At 30, he's still not grown up, or perhaps I should say, is just growing up.
It had been quite some time since I last read Memory, but I'm enjoying every single (electronic) page. Usually it takes music to lift my mood, but this time all it took was the written word.