thank you mr. stephenson
I slogged through less than one half of a ridiculously bad book recently before allowing my "never bother finishing a bad book" rule to finally kick in.
After that I picked up the much longer, denser and therefore intimidating Anathem, the latest novel (it can't really properly be called a novel, it's more like a boulder that falls from the sky onto your unprotected head) from Neal Stephenson. I'm less than a third of the way through it right now, but it's one of those stay-up-later-than-you-should-just-to-finish-another-chapter books. I mean, it hasn't really even got going yet and it's already Stephenson's best work.
This guy seriously ticks me off is what I'm trying to say.
So thank you Mr. Stephenson for ruining my usual routine, keeping me up late, and making me care about characters, and a whole planet, who never existed and never will.
This is one of the best books I've read and it's all your damn fault!
