Ok, it was time for a change. I’ve been reading 5 books at once for a couple of months now, and since I haven’t gotten more than halfway through any of them, this seems like a bad idea.
So I’ve pared myself down to two books currently. One fiction, one nonfiction. I’m finally getting a chance to read World War Z, by Max Brooks, a book I’ve had recommended to me time and again over the last few months. One hundred pages in, it’s definitely worth the read. Need to pick up the precursor book, now…
For nonfiction, I’m going to work through the rest of Catholicism and Fundamentalism, by Karl Keating. This is to continue to bring me up to speed on my newly chosen church, and so I can have a better understanding of this faith I call my own.
I just wrapped up reading Snow Crash for the second time. Was just as good as I remembered it, and now I even understood a bit more. That’s always gratifying.
After this, I am at a loss as to what to read next. Our library (the apartment’s second bedroom) passed 1,000 books some months ago, most of them yet-to-be-read. It comes to the point of having too many choices – almost have to just run my fingers along a shelf and pick something with my eyes closed.
My wife is working through Douglas Hofstadter’s Godel, Escher, Bach (it usually resides on our “smarter than we’ll ever be” shelf), and from the discussions of AI and human intelligence that we’ve had so far, I can’t wait to get my hands on it. I’ll let her tell the story of that book, though.
I should probably pick up another technical book of some sort.
And to bring this rambling, pointless piece of drivel to a close, here’s a picture of a bunny with a pancake on its head.
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