(work aside...peaks ahead)

One book down, another to go.

Just a note, American Gods wasn't too shabby.
Old Gods vs New Gods? Interesting perspective.

Anyway, for my geeky friends out there,
Just started on a new book that has been said to be next "The Lovely Bones"
(yes Marc, i know you loved that book)
And if that's not good enough a reason to read it.
I honestly don't know what is.



Came across a review online:

Where The Lovely Bones used a sledgehammer to get its point across,
The Dogs of Babel is as precise as a razor blade.
While The Lovely Bones attempted to soothe mourners
with cheap, cloying sentimentality,
The Dogs of Babel gets to the real heart of grief.
There is no loved one looking down from heaven,
no reassurances that we will all meet again in the afterlife.
There is simply a man and the empty half of his bed.

That got you yet?
Anyway i will reserve final judgment till i finish the book.
(Mostest: i wanna read your so-called 'holding the man' book!)

Honestly, having come as far as half the book,
i can only admire the relationship between the 2 mains.
Makes you wonder if that is actually possible.
Just maybe.

Anyway something interesting from the book...

"It's true isn't it, that each of us has two hearts?
The secret heart, curled up behind a fist, living gnarled
and shrunken beneath the plain, open one we use every day...
It's not the content of our dreams
that gives our second heart its dark color;
it's the thoughts that go through our heads
in those wakeful moments when sleep won't come.
And those are the things we never tell anyone at all."

So far so good.
And it's been too long since i read a really awesome book.

(and you learn that waking up early for a heartwarming breakfast is a good thing)
Thanks for always being a mountain.
I honestly don't know what i'd do without you, my mostest.

(and you learn that it is exhausting to do things that are unneccessary)
And i'll stand my ground.
Just in case you ever run away.

(and you know that long walks at 11pm still works wonder)
Nothing but you & fabrication of thoughts.
Of possibilities & the comfort of silence.

(and you will be there someday)
Just not today.

(and you wonder about what is it you really want)
You've got to stop.
On days you want to pull your hair out.
F*** the contradictions.

(you, you read me like a book and i thank you for that)