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no. 15 for

50bookchallenge: A Day the life of Ivan Denisovich by aleksandr solzhenitsyn ~ i guess i enjoyed it. as much as one can enjoy a literary submersion into a stalinist workcamp. there's not much to it. the title pretty much says it all. i suppose i admire it for its scarcity of plot as much as i find it equally dismissable on some level. sorta: okay, i read it, next?

: o p

hey, at least i'm making something like an attempt to read outside of my narrow interests. truth is there are plenty of other books that i've read that i love love love and yet prolly couldn't tell you coherent what the plot was (or if it even had one). for that matter, i don't think i could tell you what happens in The Red Badge of Courage other than the obvious.

sometimes i devour books so fast and so completely that they just dissolve away. of course, this makes revisiting the ones that really blow me away a special treat.

: D

and now, despite getting my adr work done, and finishing this book, and feeling more or less on top of things, i likewise feel like i have the flu or a bug or just some sort of debilitating mung.

i think i will retire with a movie and some popcorn.