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u/s report, and book report(s)
Aug. 28th, 2007 04:24 pmSo I had my abdominal ultrasound this morning. ( it was uneventful )
But anyway, the salient point is: no news.
After it was all done, the tech sent me to sit in the waiting room while she made sure that the films, or whatever you call them, would print out properly. But then she forgot about me so I wound up sitting there for a while longer than necessary until she remembered me and came back all apologetic to tell me I could go. Ah well.
I used the time to finish Tears of the Giraffe (the second book in the No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency series) and get started on a new book: Kindred by Octavia Butler. I can already tell that this one is going to be a difficult read, emotionally speaking. It's about a black woman from the 1970s (when it was written) who unexpectedly finds herself time-traveling to pre-Civil-War Maryland -- i.e., the slavery era. So right there from the summary you can tell that it's not going to be pretty for this chick. I'm cringing already and I've only gotten about forty pages in.
Speaking of what I'm reading, I don't think I mentioned that I finished Water Logic over the weekend. I stayed up late to finish it, which probably I shouldn't do because I need my sleep more than I need to read, heh. But one thing about having Ruthie in daycare is that I now do half of my commute with her in tow (the part where I ride the bus from Isaac's preschool to the subway station in the morning, or vice versa in the evening) so I have about half as much time for reading as I did before. And this particular book does not lend itself well to being read in 5- or 10-minute snatches on the subway. So I stayed up late to finish it all in one go on Saturday night, so as to stop torturing myself over it during the week.
Anyway, the book was excellent and I highly enjoyed it, and it made me want very much to reread its two predecessors, Fire Logic and Earth Logic, also excellent of course. Laurie Marks's writing makes me feel like I should stop bothering to ever write anything, because I could never turn out anything that good. Of course, these days I never get any time to write (except for work) anyway, so that's kind of moot. ;) But I digress.
( spoilers for Water Logic in case anyone cares about such things )
I don't think I explained this well. Isn't it amazing what an impact fiction can have on you emotionally, in ways you can't even describe? Just words on a page, a story that never really happened. Except, now it did.
That's my deep insight for today. Tune in tomorrow, when I read more of Kindred and divulge the startling revelation that slavery was bad.
But anyway, the salient point is: no news.
After it was all done, the tech sent me to sit in the waiting room while she made sure that the films, or whatever you call them, would print out properly. But then she forgot about me so I wound up sitting there for a while longer than necessary until she remembered me and came back all apologetic to tell me I could go. Ah well.
I used the time to finish Tears of the Giraffe (the second book in the No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency series) and get started on a new book: Kindred by Octavia Butler. I can already tell that this one is going to be a difficult read, emotionally speaking. It's about a black woman from the 1970s (when it was written) who unexpectedly finds herself time-traveling to pre-Civil-War Maryland -- i.e., the slavery era. So right there from the summary you can tell that it's not going to be pretty for this chick. I'm cringing already and I've only gotten about forty pages in.
Speaking of what I'm reading, I don't think I mentioned that I finished Water Logic over the weekend. I stayed up late to finish it, which probably I shouldn't do because I need my sleep more than I need to read, heh. But one thing about having Ruthie in daycare is that I now do half of my commute with her in tow (the part where I ride the bus from Isaac's preschool to the subway station in the morning, or vice versa in the evening) so I have about half as much time for reading as I did before. And this particular book does not lend itself well to being read in 5- or 10-minute snatches on the subway. So I stayed up late to finish it all in one go on Saturday night, so as to stop torturing myself over it during the week.
Anyway, the book was excellent and I highly enjoyed it, and it made me want very much to reread its two predecessors, Fire Logic and Earth Logic, also excellent of course. Laurie Marks's writing makes me feel like I should stop bothering to ever write anything, because I could never turn out anything that good. Of course, these days I never get any time to write (except for work) anyway, so that's kind of moot. ;) But I digress.
( spoilers for Water Logic in case anyone cares about such things )
I don't think I explained this well. Isn't it amazing what an impact fiction can have on you emotionally, in ways you can't even describe? Just words on a page, a story that never really happened. Except, now it did.
That's my deep insight for today. Tune in tomorrow, when I read more of Kindred and divulge the startling revelation that slavery was bad.
