I’m so bad at talking about the things I read, which is why it’s a good thing I didn’t stick with lit for a career. Epileptic has been on my to-read list for a while, and I finally got around to it last night/today. It was quietly violent and a little gut-wrenching and mostly a good, intelligent, memorable read. I would’ve liked to have read it in the original language (French) – and am also looking forward to David B’s other work, if I can find it.
School starts in a couple of days, and I’m not sure I’m ready for it. This summer has been a really good one – really busy, lots of things going on, lots of friends around, lots of changes in other people’s lives but mostly an even keel for me. I feel like I need to spend the next four days seeing everyone and doing everything and being everywhere to make up for the lack of anything but school that will be the next four months – four classes plus 2/3rds time plus part time equals me turning into a zombie girl. This semester promises to be good and challenging in a number of ways, but I’m loathe to let go of the late nights on the dance floor, the lazy afternoons spent talking to friends in front of Aroma, the hot sun on my back while I swim laps at IMPE, the days when I come home from work with good intent but end up napping instead. It’s been a long time since I had such a genuinely all-around good summer, and I’m terrifically grateful.