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Sunday, March 21, 2004 Voracious Reader or Just a Collector of Books? It's one of those things where I wonder when I'll ever have my priorities straight. Whenever I enter some place with lots of books, whether it be the bookstore or the library, I invariably come out of the place with at least one text. I find myself thinking something along the lines of, "Oh I don't have to get cheese this week," and end up scrimping the money for yet another book. This week, I feel sort of overwhelmed with these pages and pages of stuff, especially the ones I've borrowed from the library because they're due about a week from now (and there are only so many times you can renew them). Some people feel all right just reading a couple pages of a novel and then putting them indefinitely aside, but I just can't unless it's absolutely dreadful. Maybe if I make a list, it'll give me more motivation to finish. Currently I'm reading Truman by David McCollough, another biography of his that won the Pulitzer. I'm at the part where it's near the end of World War II and Germany has surrendered. Truman is getting these memos from people recommending using the atom bomb on Japan without warning on populated cities rather than at a remote location to technically show that they mean business. Exciting stuff, but I have about 600 more pages to go. Other things I'm in the middle of are: a sci-fi novel, a horror novel, a book about writing non-fiction, a biography on Rosalind Franklin, James Watson's latest book about DNA (has pretty pictures but meant more for mainstream dabblers than people like me), and a huge tome on evolutionary theory by Stephen Jay Gould. I will count myself accomplished if I finish these before the summer. Unconscious Mutterings
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