金曜日, 1月 23, 2004

On Wednesday morning, I shuffled groggily away from studying for the anthropology final to go brush my teeth--and looked up to see the door plastered with "Happy Birthday, Michelle!!!" It was all my roommate's doing. And today I finally have time to read Byzantium Shores, only to see that Jaquandor's noticed my non-blogging. I'm rather flattered by both.

This would give the false impression that I've been studying all week. What I've actually done is cram desperately the night before each exam (two more next Monday), while finishing Thirteen Gun Salute, Nutmeg of Consolation, and The Truelove of the Patrick O'Brian novels, continuing Bridge of Birds, and starting on Auerbach's Mimesis. The last book was a random recommendation from Jessa at Bookslut. In Mimesis, Auerbach addresses the "representation of reality in Western Literature." I'm only a few pages into the book, and already I feel like pleading for forgiveness because I skipped through those long, descriptive passages in The Odyssey. (Hey, I just wanted to know what happens in the story!)

And so to bed.


(Not really. I've been following Samuel Pepys's diary at www.pepysdiary.com and couldn't resist.)