The never-read books

Since the last four months I’ve been having serious health problems. I don’t feel like explaining them here, but the fact it’s that, for that reason, now I have a lot of time (I can’t work, just stay at home waiting for a very important operation…). I’m trying to make up for the lost time concerning books and literature… what else can I do? So here is a list with the never-read books I bought during my last five years studying the degree. I’m starting tonight
- The Children of Hurin (J.R.R. Tolkien).
- Tokyo Blues (Hiroshi Murakami)
- His Dark Materials (Phillip Pullman), reread the first and the second and read the third.
- Narnia Chronicles (C.S. Lewis)
- Wicked (G. Maguire)
- The Sagas of Icelanders (popular literature)
- Experimental Travel (R. Antony and J. Henry)
- Icelandic Folktales (popular literature)
- Excursions i viatges (J. Verdaguer).
- Penser, classer (G. Perec).
- The Lord of the Rings (J.R.R. Tolkien)

I’ve read it twice, but I’d like to dare with the original in English.The list could be longer, but that’s what I remember now and what I’ve seen in a quick look at my shelves. I’d also like to read some Bertolt Brecht work, as well as relevant German literature. Suggestions are really welcomed!

afternoon surprise

Spending the whole August in Barcelona is, usually, pretty boring, but sometimes boredom becomes a kind of sweet laziness and you make your day just by chance. Today I’ve met with a friend, and we have spent the whole afternoon inside bookshops. It’s been a long time ago since the last time I bought a book for pleasure, I have to admit it. I almost didn’t remember the feeling of looking in the shelves, the smell of the paper in new books. Finally I got ‘Tokyio Blues’, by Haruki Murakami. Everybody here is amazed with this author, so let’s see what happens. And, just one hour before, I’ve read a mail from a German friend recommending me some Swedish and German music groups, so Emule is burning now and I’m waiting impatiently to listen to them. And that’s how a so-so day becomes a special day, so simple and so difficult.