Three day weekend. (Week in review..kind of...nothing happened)

Are always nice, but seem to go quicker than the actual two day weekends.

When I was younger, I used to carry around four or five books with me around the house. Out of those four or five books, I would be reading one of them, MAYBE two. Mom would always want to know WHY I was carrying around all those books. My answer was always because I was looking at them, or trying to decide what I was going to read next. Which was at not at all true. I honestly don't know why I carried them around with me all the time.

I was remind of that because over the past decade or so, I've tried to keep myself to reading just one book. Here is a list of the books in my apartment that have been started...

1. A Long Way Down by Nick Hornby
2. Naked by David Sedaris
3. The Complete Bone by Jeff Smith
4. Cerebus, Vol 1.: Cerebus by Dave Sim
5. V For Vendetta by Alan Moore
6. Watchmen by Alan Moore
7. Pure Drivel by Steve Martin
8. Longest Day byMichael Collier(an abysmal Doctor Who novel, I can usually read these in a day, and am at least entertained. This one has plodded along as if it has the next decade to get where it's going. I should just abandon all hope, but haven't)
9. The Pythons by The Pythons

The past month or so I haven't done well at the "one book at a time" thing. 5 of the books on the list have been read previously. One should just be burned, and then burn the ashes. Three I've never read before.

The Pythons is a coffee table book. An autobiography of the Monty Python troupe. It's a big book and hard to hold to read.

Naked is a book of essays, so I read one a night before bed. It is excused from my "one book at a time" rule. It's a very good book. David Sedaris has a very sarcastic take on growing up, and just in general, from the pieces of his I've read on "The New Yorker" website. I like it a lot, and find myself laughing out loud at parts. Which I don't do often when reading a book.

A Long Way Down is excellent, as I figured it would be. I think Nick Hornby is probably my second favourite author. Mainly because he's got a huge love of music, and music plays a huge part in most of his books. This book is about four different people that decide to commit suicide on the same building on New Years Eve. They all decide to stick together. The author tells both a sad and funny story, and doesn't take the cheap shots or plot devices you'd think he would from a story dealing with such a touchy issue. I'm about half way through it. Very good stuff.

A sad Week in Review. Nothing at all happened. Nothing. Nada. Work and then home, or out doing things. Nothing huge happened at all. Dullest week ever. Except Bryan was in town for the weekend, which it was nice to see him again as usual.

I'd like to say I'm going to go out and shake things up this week to have an interesting week. But I'm not. I'll be happy with dull and slow. Maybe I can finish one of those nine books up there. One can only hope.