I’ve been reading a lot more lately. Partially to keep myself busy on the bus, since there is only a certain numberof times you can listen to the same music without going insane. A few suggestions online pointed me towards ‘Ready Player One’, a futuristic dystopia with an immersive game world used to escape the real-life horrors that humanity has called onto earth.
The writing style was pleasing, but not shiny compared to the polished work of Dawkins or Pratchett. The pop culture references were nice and didn’t feel forced. The whole theme of the book was enjoyable and I felt myself wanting to know how it ended after getting about 1/3rd of the way through.
I know that it is entirely out of my normal mindset, but I couldn’t help but feel I could write a novel. I wouldn’t have a clue on what to write about, but it would be more like a diary of rambling. Maybe I am destined just to update my blog.
I had a short stint with a lovely girl from Sydney. It didn’t work out so well, apparently the distance was getting to her, in the futuristic sense, rather than currently temporal. I must admit she was amazing, and I’ll have trouble finding another one like her. I must keep on trying though. Can’t be stuck dwelling on the past.
At least I got a good saying out of it. Desborough times call for Desborough measures.