The Grand Complication wasn't the best book I've ever read, but it was entertaining, and made me feel better about my odd little habits, because compared to the main character I'm downright normal. Should I ever actually go through with grad school and become a librarian, I'll still be a bit more in touch with the world than he is.

I finished Kurzweil's book two nights ago. Last night I finished Greg Egan's Our Lady of Chernobyl. I'm pretty sure only 1 of the short stories was entirely new to me, but rereading a Greg Egan short story is hardly a bad thing. In fact, it's something I really ought to do more of. (His collections Axiomatic and Luminous are both fantastic.)

I'm not sure what will be next up, but I also wanted to mention that I've been enjoying Charles Stross' Toast and Other Rusted Futures immensely in the little bits and pieces I've been reading it. (I've been carrying it around in my purse for those waiting moments when I want a book).
posted by Kristin Buxton at 11:07 AM