Humour Me

Well, I kinda figured that since we're halfway through March, I can more or less quietly shunt away *shuffleshuffle* the book moratorium I set myself up last month.

(You know, because I have waaaaaay too much books? Like around 500 or so?)

Of course, I've only managed to finish a couple of books during the interim so I wasn't able to make a dent on the pile. However, I did manage to rearrange the shelves for easier access...

Heh, yeah. Pathetic, I know.

I have to admit that it's been weird not going on the prowl in bookshops for the latest find (or the hard-to-find). It helped that there hasn't been anything on the shelves that I really wanted to get, a lesson I think I've learnt well in the wake of my moratorium.

Of course it became almost comical by the end of February-- my self-imposed deadline-- when I started looking around bookshops again and found myself still empty-handed. I was thinking, My God I've lost my touch! and So this is probably what would happen if I were to swear off sex!

Okay, so I exaggerate.

Anyway, raise a glass to bibliophilia: the only thing standing between myself and becoming a collector of comic books or CDs or worse, pirated DVDs. *winkwinknudgenudge*

And just in case you're wondering, I picked up Jasper Fforde's last Thursday Next book Something Rotten in a nice small hardbound edition and a paperback copy of Ken Macleod's Newton's Wake at Powerbooks SM Megamall. Considering both of these are in a somewhat funny vein, I thought the serendipity was appropriate.

Likewise, I'm considering a book highly recommended by author Jeff Vandermeer, Clare Dudman's One Day the Ice Will Reveal All Its Dead, as well as getting what seems to the last copy I've seen of Jack Vance's The Dragon Masters (hopefully it's still there).

Wala lang.

(Edited to add: Drat. The Vance book is gone. Ah well...)