When I have the choice of a limited number of books, I always pick the ass-kickers. Like I can somehow force myself to read them if I have nothing else but shampoo bottles.
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.
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Umberto Eco's Art and Beauty in the Middle Ages. Like packing your mouth with salt.
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....
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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....