What's the last book that kicked your ass--that you just couldn't finish to save your life?
... that two people were instrumental in my joining Twitter. First, Isha . She sent out an article on it when the application was still brand new. (And I remember thinking, "Screw that noise. Like I need more online commitments.) Second was Rebecca . She joined up just a short while ago, claiming she hadn't met a bandwidth she didn't like . (And then she disappeared entirely from the internets .) It looked nice and pretty over there on her sidebar, and then I got a little jealous. The rest: history. And for those unobservant among you ( Jorge ), the Twitter feed is right there on my sidebar, replacing the old Radio 3 player that I loved, but that I think scared the bejezus out of a lot of people. Also, everyone should join Twitter. I'm needing some diversions , people.
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I have been trying to read Haruki Murakami's "Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World" since 2001 and can still never get past page 21.
That was such a dry story...
Seriously though..
Let's think...
Probably something by L. Ron Hubbard.
I think it's the only book I ever started and didn't finish. I read maybe 3 pages, and thought "Why am I reading this? I don't want to read this."
And so I didn't.
Or it means your lazy.
Either one is cool with me, Jay.
I figured what self-respecting scientist hasn't read this book, right? Several people have told me that "it's a surprizingly easy read." They are all surprizingly wrong. In four years I've managed to read 89 of the 666 pages (And I'm not making that up... the seminal book on evolution really is 666 pages long (at least, the copy I have is))...
And yes, I know that I'm answering the Monday question on Friday night... but such is the state of my life right now....