never odd or even
25 Nov 2005 07:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cimorenei've been reading pratchett books for stress relief in between the real reading (and more recently, writing) that i've had to do quite constantly for the last month or more. they're a more efficient and less distracting escape than the internet, so i've been carrying them around, reading before lectures, when i wake up in the morning, right before bed, etc, and devouring them in bigger chunks on my off-days.
unfortunately, today i got to the end of wax's paperbacks, and the next book in the series at least isn't here because her brother has borrowed it. now, of course we have lots of other books, including a fair supply of post-apocalyptic science fiction which my parents sent for wax and which she has not read any of. i'm reluctant to read them in the same way, though.
i find pratchett engaging and light reading, easy to pick up and put down, and because it's humour, excellent stress relief. of course, i could just read some other humour--wait, except all my dave barry, for instance, is in alabama, belonging to the tremendous family of Books I Asked My Parents To Mail Me As Much As A Year Ago That They Still Haven't Mailed Yet. most of the things that i used to re-read for stress relief before moving to finland--diana wynne jones, patricia wrede, georgette heyer, certain things by connie willis, fred saberhagen, and occasionally roger zelazny, some badficcish mercedes lackey--also belong to that family.
of course there's no lack of things to read, but that's precisely the problem. i don't want to read partier och partisystem i finland before bed. it's not properly soothing, and it's not probably boring enough to counteract the brain-stimulating effect of being forced to read in swedish.
unfortunately, today i got to the end of wax's paperbacks, and the next book in the series at least isn't here because her brother has borrowed it. now, of course we have lots of other books, including a fair supply of post-apocalyptic science fiction which my parents sent for wax and which she has not read any of. i'm reluctant to read them in the same way, though.
i find pratchett engaging and light reading, easy to pick up and put down, and because it's humour, excellent stress relief. of course, i could just read some other humour--wait, except all my dave barry, for instance, is in alabama, belonging to the tremendous family of Books I Asked My Parents To Mail Me As Much As A Year Ago That They Still Haven't Mailed Yet. most of the things that i used to re-read for stress relief before moving to finland--diana wynne jones, patricia wrede, georgette heyer, certain things by connie willis, fred saberhagen, and occasionally roger zelazny, some badficcish mercedes lackey--also belong to that family.
of course there's no lack of things to read, but that's precisely the problem. i don't want to read partier och partisystem i finland before bed. it's not properly soothing, and it's not probably boring enough to counteract the brain-stimulating effect of being forced to read in swedish.
