So, yesterday, I had the day off. No, nothing as exciting as that. I spent the whole day in the study:
Hemingway's The Killers, which I kind of enjoyed. (Dang it, I promised myself I wouldn't enjoy Hemingway... but I still need to read the Old Man and the Sea...)
Also Nicholas Monsarrat's The Time Before This, which contained some of the best descriptions of Canadian wilderness I have ever read. There should be more Canadian wilderness in books these days...
Last one I'll name drop - Flaubert's Parrot, which proved to be one of the more fascinating biographies I've read.