reading time

So far this week, I've only read three books:
Pattern Recognition, William Gibson
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams
The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, also Adams

I've read the latter two dozens of times in the last twenty years, but I hadn't reread it much over the last five years, simply because I now have a single hardback anthology of all four/five books. It's too heavy for me to hold comfortably. I gleefully rediscovered the paperbacks in a box stored down in the basement here. One of them happens to be signed, oddly enough.

I'd have read more while I was here, but I've been restless and not terribly prone to sitting still. I've wanted to keep moving somewhat so that I don't start hibernating. Also, there's a dedicated computer for my use here, along with DSL. I haven't had to give up my obsessive newsfeed habit (I read dozens of sources of news all day, every day. Fortunately, my brain is a sieve, so this is neither useful nor overwhelming.)

I just wandered downstairs to find another book. I didn't feel like digging up Life, the Universe, and Everything, so I had to find something else. I stumbled upon Alexander Bogdanov's Red Star. Actually, it's a footnoted volume combining Red Star, Engineer Menni, and the poem A Martian Stranded On Earth, all translated by C. Rougle. There are a couple essays from the editors, as well.

I'm fairly certain I read this book during the semester in which I had absolutely no coherent thoughts (onset of fibro/CFIDS). I could be wrong, though, since I don't recall reading anything from this time period in English--these classes were all in Russian, which may have contributed to my incoherence. It does have an AU bookstore price sticker, along with a few errant pencil marks (the kind made when using a pencil as a bookmark while quickly referencing another source).

Ah, well, I'm looking forward to it.