Tuesday, 30 May 2017
A nice surprise in my bag.
I thought it was the cover of my gifts to other people, but it was a gift for me, not improbably from the same museum shop!
I tore it open. You would think I am an expert now during this gift period, but I am quite mediocre.
And it was a book about books!
Because when you read, you travel.
Inside, there are lists of books I shall mark that I want to check out, books I think should be prizewinners and lists of actual Pulitzer prize winners, Pen/Faulkner award for fiction-awarders (eh), The Man Booker Prize and National Book Award for Fiction. Of all listed, I have read four, possess another three and have read about or seen a movie-based-on several more. I didn't count, but the amount of books I can review surely matches the lists summed up together.
It is super hard to rate a book on a scale 1-5. Maybe it was the best dialogue ever, but the story lousy. Or it left me thinking of something I haven't before, and that is heaps of bonus points, but the characters are too uninteresting. You know how it is. I might invent my own scale.
The first book I ever quoted for personal fun was The Lord of Flies. Three type-written pages I think it was, on an actual typewriter.
Good for the list of books I want to read, that would be like 70.