I am soaring through to book number four. From here on out I will be going a bit slower because my few days off from work have come to an end. Tomorrow I return to Satan’s pharmacy to toil away and dream of reading all day. I would like to set all my books out and number them so I can just pick up the next and so on when I’m finished with one. However, my mood changes with the finishing of each book. I could quickly make my way through all the fantasy books I have on the shelf, but what would be the fun in that? I like mixing it up and finding a book that surpasses my expectations. I also like leaving a book I know I’ll be engrossed in so that I can stomach those I think I’m not in the mood for.
With no expectations except for those bestowed upon me by the cover claiming, “International Cult Favorite” I begin, How I Became Stupid by Martin Page. I’d never heard of this book when I purchased it. I only found it while looking for Laurie Notaro books. Barnes and Noble let me down where my Notaro fix was concerned, but gave me what looks like it could be a gem. I like any book that suggests nihilism.