Where the fuck did 2007 go?

…and it’s that time again, for each month’s first post’s first sentence. It’s made realise (yet again) how little I actually manage to write on this damned thing; if I made resolutions (I don’t) and of it were 1st January (it isn’t), I might resolve to actually kick my arse in gear and get more of what I think into intarweb posts (there’s generally little point in writing about what I do, as that (while largely satisfying to me) is rarely of sufficient note to, y’know, share with the world sort of thing).
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Connections

Do you ever feel an almost overwhelming urge to read another book, like right now, prompted by the one you’re currently reading? It’s happened to me twice in as many days, rereading The Name of the Rose.

The first hit was for The Book of the Night, which makes some sense with Church and Abbey, and with its temporal split between the end of the 10^th Century and the end of the 20^th nicely bracketing the setting of the Eco. The second, last night, was for Rats and Gargoyles. So I guess I’m on a heading either for Magick, or for general Gothick. Or both.

I’m thoroughly enjoying my second outing with the Eco, BTW; picking up a whole lot more of the Mediæval Church politics that I didn’t really take in first time round. Not enough spare hours in the day for reading, damnit.

further

My last post applies to music too: listening to Show of Hands’ treatment of Widecombe Fair made me want to read Margaret Elphinstone’s The Incomer.

ETA that the online post editor really is a heap of shite, isn’t it?