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like a habit

I must stay away from the local book shop. Whenever my usually sensible money-control centre sees the bright yellow bargin sticker is goes completely crazy.

Today I added to the bookshelf:

  • The Odyssey, Homer
  • The Complete Fables, Aesop
  • The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
  • The Hound of the Baskervilles, Conan Doyle
  • Pygmalion, Bernard Shaw

Just you watch, it starts of as books and ends with Montblanc pens.

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starch-apus

Pasta! I need want desire must-have pasta. Penne with a spicy amatriciana sauce. And a snow-fall of parmesan cheese.

I’ve been reading an excellent biography of Caesar, imaginatively entitled ‘Caesar’ (by Adrian Goldsworthy). Caesar is such an amazing man for many of the reasons Adrian states in his introduction:

…in his fifty-six years, Caesar was at times many things, including a fugitive, prisoner, rising politician, army leader, legal advocate, rebel, dictator…as well as husband, father, lover and adulterer

It’s hard not to admire him; if I could have a conversation with any historical personality it would be hard to go past Julius. His efforts and achievements are simply on a scale that is seldom seen, now or in the past.

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thunderbolt kid

Bill Bryson is an excellent writer; he combines laugh-out-loud wit with a poignancy that isn’t overbearing or over-sentimental. He writes in a very clear and elegant fashion. His writing almost compels you to write as well; it has the facade of an effortless charm that, I’m sure, belies the labour that goes into it.

I’m racing through his latest book ‘The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid’. It’s excellent, as I hoped. My only regret is that at some 300 pages its far too short.

Books like this are rare, sadly.

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