Today I finished two books.
It's the first time in a while that I've had the time and space to just... sit... and read.
I finished The Silence of the Lambs, and The Pursuit of Alice Thrift.
Silence was good! I somehow got it in my brain that it would be more... difficult? And intellectual a book than it actually was. Perhaps because they made a film, and it became somewhat classic, and that gave me the impression. Silly impression -- it's a pulpy book. I liked it because it was a quick, interesting read, and it also sent me to Google to look up some of the 80's pop culture and technology references that I didn't understand.
Alice Thrift was good, but I didn't quite understand it. Of course I thought that Ray was a shady character the whole time, but in a weird way, I wanted him to be less shallow about being shady. He diagnosed and cured Alice, briefly, of being incredibly lonely. If he was a villain, I wanted him to be super evil. Instead he was defeated in maybe 10 pages. I liked that Alice was basically a robot who didn't understand people. I liked that Ray helped her out, even if he was a shyster. But what was it supposed to be? A cautionary tale? I was sort of confused about what I should take away from the whole thing.
And now, I've read two of the three books that I brought along with me, and I need new material.
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