To return to last night. I had been reading one of Becky's 'left-behinds', 'The Wind-up Bird Chronicle' by Haruki Murakami (should have known with Chronicle in the title!). Thoroughly depressed and completely confused by the increasingly surreal nature of the storyline and, only on page 259 out of 607, I decided against my nature to give it up - at the point where the central tortured character climbed down a rope ladder into a well, presumably to 'find himself'!?
Digging into my book bag I pulled out at random Maggie O'Farrell's 'the distance between us' only to read on the first page; "How had he managed to fall asleep? He'd been reading, head propped up on his hands, and the last thing he remembered was the man in his book descending a rope ladder into a disused well...." No seriously, ask Tony!
I can't enter into this as I don't really read. I'm just trying to get through Simon Schamer's history of GB. Taking ages I want to read the modern stuff but am making myself read it all. Can't do this high brow literature stuff.
