So…I have now officially read THREE non-fiction books in a row, which makes me feel…something. (Proud? Accomplished? Adventurous? Or just…bookish).
After this, I read
…which really wasn’t that good. It was very much an exercise in determination, but DAMNIT, I finished it! I guess it’s good if you go into it not knowing anything about language. Like what grammar is, or why we name things. That sort of stuff.
Then I read
…which, again, had some interesting little tid-bits, but felt more like a published blog. Better than the David Crystal, though, definitely.
And, of course, I helped myself along by sneaking in some of these guys:
I liked them a lot
And now I’m on to biographies, starting with this guy:
“…Laëticia suggested that illness is a way the body closes in and shelter’s itself from chaos”
Hillevi: “You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone’s impressed that you’re baring your soul, while to you it’s nothing, because you know you’ve twenty more layers to go…But we’re the ones that are most scared, and need the most love.”
(Both from Carnet du Voyage, by Craig Thompson)