In October (I could swear I already wrote this, but I’m getting forgetful in my old age) I read The Vivisector which I had found in a pile of castoffs on Bornholm. The modern cover for the book is appalling, the version I have is quite artistic and more a propos. This was an intense read and very, very good.
I just spent two weeks of being very productive, and was beginning to feel a little blah. It occurred to me that I find reading fiction regenerative and time well spent for more reasons than one. So the other night I picked up Back When We Were Grownups (Ann Tyler) and plowed through it in two days. I feel better able to focus on my economics homework right now, and continuing the rest of my project to-do list which is finally, after several years, getting down to th point where I can entertain the time to start writing again, get my PhD apps assembled, etc. at a proper pace. And throughout, I will keep reading. I can easily read another book this November.
