It seems that books are accumulating these days, at least as far as my humble library is concerned. Apart from The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, which is obviously a famous bestseller that I never would have consented to reading had it not been for my mother´s recommendation (and my mother does not recommend books not worth one´s time), there are a few others. Like the new Murakami book 1Q84 that comes highly appraised or Wuthering Heights which I bought in an antique shop. Unwisely so, since I spent the next 6 hours doing the Christmas shopping with several books in my handbag (one for reading on the subway, few I bought in the antique shop, one that I borrowed from the city library because of an exam...). In the end quite a painful experience.
Anyway since I have finished The Widdow for One Year by John Irving, I should have been focused on reading articles on virology and polyomaviruses. Instead, I am increasing the numbers of fiction on my shelves. And I am not even able to get to those since I am going to work almost every day.. An intellectual´s hell.
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