I've been reading a lot lately, and it feels great. It started with the copy of Sybil that was on the coffee table when I moved in. I rather enjoyed that book, even if it made me incredibly paranoid about the "blackouts" of the past.

I couldn't find something I wanted to read next, and played Final Fantasy VII for awhile.

Now, I'm reading plenty of books, all at once.

First is a spot of bother, the new novel by Mark Haddon (the fellow who wrote the curious incident of the dog in the night-time). I very much enjoyed his last book, and like elements of this one, but I'm having trouble really getting into it. Over Christmas, I began reading one of my husband's gifts: The Man in White by Johnny Cash. To be honest, I'm not really far enough into it to say I'm "reading" it.

Both of those books have been put on hold while I read Nobody Nowhere, by Donna Williams. It's been a long time since I've read a book so quickly, and actually absorbed what was being said. I want to jump straight into Somebody Somewhere as soon as possible.

Once I'm finished these, I think I'll finish two I started last year, a Courtney Love biography and The Chrysalids. The plan after that is to re-read some favourites, starting with Perfume, by Patrick Suskind. I'd been thinking of re-reading it anyway, and then heard that a movie has been made about. I'm not too happy to hear that.

I've got to go switch my laundry, but one of these days, maybe I'll actually discuss how I feel about the or other books, and why hearing about a movie of one of my ultimate favourite books is disappointing.

Two years ago I was defensive over having not written in awhile. Now I feel lame about rushing the writing.