Nothing is better than basking under an incandescent light while enjoying hot tea and the chilly 70° weather. Plus not doing anything for the remainder of the afternoon because I can put it off until Monday.
This means time to catch up on summer readings! Lately, I've done some BN shopping sprees and bought numerous books. For all I know, I've cracked their spines & read the inner covers since Spring semester, but never continued.
Do you get people warning you against reading bestsellers? I'm still amused by the way books like The Secret or Blink labeled by English gurus as literary taboos. Actually, anything popular - books, music, movies - almost always immediately ends up on the butcher's block and often gets pelted with accusations that there's "nothing deep" about them.
I feel that reading bad books isn't a waste of time. You won't know what are good books until you've read atrocious ones, too. Oprah's Book Club is an exception to this, where she takes a required 6th-grade reading (that has already earned years of recognition and awards, mind you) and boost it on the market as if OBC is as credible as say, a Pulitzer. I really hate to admit that it actually promotes its book list pretty well, but it's also a bit sad to see how literary-deprived Americans are.
By the way, I'm currently reading Harriet A. Washington's Medical Apartheid: The Dark History of Medical Experimentation on Black Americans From Colonial Times to the Present. I'm into books about crimes, torture, racism, propaganda, and The Holocaust; it's just my thing.
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