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I've ( temporarily I hope ) lost the ability to read properly
Yeah, me too ( though I hope it's passed by now KKC. )
Just finished re-reading Women by Charles Bukowski, which seems like the literary equivalent of having a decent burger and fries as opposed to the, I don't know, swan's neck stuffed with Black Forest truffles, salvia divonorum and caviar you know you ought to be going for, but apart from that, I've read nothing except magazines, comics and papers since the Easter weekend.
On the bedside table at the moment, gathering dust and this ominous, accusatory power, are Quicksilver, still, The Moor's Last Sigh by Salman Rushdie and Modern Magick ( Eleven Lessons In The High Magickal Arts ) by Donald Michael Kraig, none of which, in all honesty, I'm likely to finish any time soon, unless I get the flu or something.
So I may have to try out that dreadful man Barnett's novel instead... |
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