Woke up today comforted by the knowledge that I will no longer be pestered by rich politicians to give them my money.
I have been on a roll of not-so-great reads lately for some reason, a couple of which I reviewed:
THE PLAGUE by Albert Camus
THE SEAMSTRESS AND THE WIND by Cesar Aira
George Bataille's STORY OF THE EYE and Nathanael West's MISS LONELYHEARTS/THE DAY OF THE LOCUST are a couple others, yet to be reviewed. I'm annoyed at this bad book spell I seem to have fallen under, and am wondering how these books ever landed in my TBR pile to begin with. Moving onto WE by Yevgeny Zamyatin and keeping my fingers crossed that this'll be the one to break the spell.