Yesterday I finally — and grudgingly — accepted the suggestion that I visit the doctor’s office, where I was given pills. The prescription appears to be working, and so today I managed to go into town and pay a visit to the library.
I picked up:
- The Gods Themselves, Isaac Asimov. This one has been recommended to me by numerous readers, though given my ambition of reading everything Asimov wrote, I would have gotten around to it anyway. (Yes, I’m serious about that goal, but no, I don’t anticipate fulfilling it. The man wrote hundreds of books, many of which are out of print.)
- The Age of Faith, Will Durant. I seem to have gotten into the comfortable habit of checking this out, reading a few sections, and then returning it.
- Sharpe’s Havoc, Bernard Cornwell. This is set early during Sharpe’s Napoleonic adventures, though I don’t know where exactly in the chronology it fits.
I also expect to finish Astronomy Made Simple. I have two reviews outstanding — The Third Chimpanzee, which is over a month overdue, and The Big Rock Candy Mountain.