Books

So a cold front has settled in; and I have water a-boiling and tea ready to brew, and an unread (but probably good) book near to hand. Alas, I have not a comfortable chair in which to curl up and read it: my chairs are full of other unread books, so I must make haste to clear them!

*laughs* In point of fact, even assuming a book a day, I'd be hard-pressed to finish them all by the end of the year; and while a book a day is no problem at all for most novels — even Perdido Street Station, six-hundred-odd pages of dense text, took me only four hours or so — my reading list includes A New Kind of Science (which I've already read enough of not to take too seriously), Fearless Symmetry (which despite the numerological-tasting subtitle seems to contain a reasonable introduction to Galois theory), Colloquial Kansai Japanese, and Cheese Primer.

Not that I am so pressed, fortunately; I can take as long as I like to wander around in the complex plane, or the back streets of Kōbe. I suspect I'll need new bookshelves before I'm done, though.