I was going on about reincarnation the other day, and thinking about Archy and Mehitabel a little later, and wondering - do you suppose there'd be some sort of indication to someone getting reincarnated a lot as a carnivore? Scarier, maybe? I don't know.
My brain hurts from doing stuff and I have a backlog of hours and hours on my review material. At least it's all read - more or less. Miss T still has my Story of French. I'll review that after I leave. The rest before. Just got The Reluctant Fundamentalist and that looks good. The best thing about this reviewing, besides the free books, is that it's brought me back into reading new novels, even if the novels I've looked at have thus far been shitty to a man. Maybe shitty is a bit strong.
Well, maybe it's not. I can feel myself getting crotchedy about new fiction - I can't remember the last time a new fiction novel has blown my socks off, Ishiguro excepted, and Suskind too if you imagine his fiction is still new, and waiting for those in paperback was always fine with me. I guess hardcover new release books have the sort of marketing behind them that should definitely not be paid attention to. Like that Martin Amis crap, for example. I should not have listened to the hype and wasted some hours of my life on it. Oh well. It was a pretty quick read.
Speaking of new . . . or something . . . yesterday at work I was a bad girl who watched the series premiere of The Riches. It was fine. Pilot/premiere episodes are usually pretty crappy as they try to get all that character exposition out there and this one was less crappy than most of them are. It will have to get a little more involved because right now I don't feel like anything is offering me layers to poke through. Very fond of Minnie Driver and Eddie Izzard, though, who were fine.