OK you guys, I know this isnt the beginning of a "Diwali Dhamaka" silly story writing competition BUT I had to tell you this (and knowing us when we DO get online at the same time we'll end up getting distracted by insane thoughts and other random assorted gibberish, y'know the sort we specialise in :p). Its Saturday afternoon, raining outside and I was half asleep and browsing (not books but the Net). And I came across this blog called Jabberwock. I added it to our links list. Goodness me guys, its chock full of books! So many of them. Y'know how you read a review and then you sorta ear mark it and decide that at some point you're going to get around to reading it AS SOON as you finish your exams, or clean the house or cook dinner or whatever else that appears IMPERATIVE at that time. And reading his blog I felt like all my pigeons had come home to roost!!! All those books put off for later or whatever and now the accumulated guilt weighing down like a mountain of books literally sitting on my chest!!! I almost feel overwhelmed by the number of books there are that I thought were interesting and havent read. Think of the number that I havent even heard of yet!!! Scary, no?? Anyway I then thought of this bit I remember reading somewhere about how books have to be chewed and savoured or some such thing (I think it was an essay by Francis Bacon on the different types of books or something) and then this other bit I'd read that said the eternal reader is an idiot or something to that effect. But unfortunately it doesnt seem to have worked! I'm still wracked with guilt and overwhelmed by the sheer MULTITUDE of unread books weltering out there in the world. Well, chin up and stiff upper lip (though I suppose I dont need that ne longer since I'm thankfully not in THEIR country nemore) and I will soldier on (I suppose people have lived through worse crises though I cannot imagine what those could be ;). To think that just yesterday I was feeling buoyed by the fact that I finished reading BOTH The World is Flat AND Thank You for Smoking. There is no rest for the weary, apparently.