Chionging to the new books section at NLB has proven to be an extremely beneficial experience for me. For the first time ever, I actually went home with more than 2 books in hand. As much as I proclaim myself a spendthrift, I have a confession in my tendentious ways of expenditure. Assuming the same way it takes me a mere 5 minutes to persuade myself to spend hundreds on bags/ wallets, the value for books (yeah, knowledge. Whatever.) seems to be pretty negligible in contrast to the immediate gratification of the wants I have for. Other worldly materials.

Back to the point, its the same reason why I cannot go into Borders and spend 15 minutes grabbing a book, reading the blurb and going off to pay. Somehow the 25 dollar price tag does not warrant the pleasures of literary appreciation. Its like some piechart goes off in my mind and instead of the former, all I can think of is 'that's 1/8 off my next shopping trip'. And hence, the average amount of time I spend at borders is. 1.5 hours. And out of that, I buy books only about 10% of the time. Alas, my shopalic tedencies have reached the extents of unavoidability.

But so, back to the library. Most of the times I don't like borrowing library books cos the primary categories after searches are "Old", "Used", or "Not There". So instead of going there with a fixed title in mind I kindof just went to the latest additions part of the JRL. It took me less than 15 minutes (in a sort of shallow "its good and its free" mentality) to find 4 books I wanted. Grab, borrow, go. It's almost cathartic, coming to think of which.

So yes back to the point. Currently reading Iodine by Haven Kimmel. I don't know why but I have a tendency to pick up books (even though not mentioned in any sense) involving the likes of at least one psychotic, twisted character. So yes albeit having huge douses of philosophy at the front that got me pretty much confuddled, I think its a good read. For all is worth, it gives me greater conviction to believe that I am not in self-oblivion when I tell myself I'm not wasting my holidays away spending half my day slacking and the other half sleeping. (Yes all you lazy munchkins out there, grab a book and save your brains!) It's not really working out, but it is a start.

Yet again its really amusing how even though its the holidays, I still can't get rid of my waking up at 6am routine. Seriously, the traces of schooling life never stops haunting you, even in a time of rest and recuperation. But all the same, its back to reading. And it really isn't ironic that I'm trying to keep myself sane (and not have my brain fly out of the window of boredom) by reading about the insane lives of mentally ill geniuses and the likes. Really.

Labels: Books, Holidays