It's been two weeks since I last wrote anything, and although I can legitimately plead a hectic schedule the truth is...I have nothing much to say. I'm supposed to be reading 'The Life of Pi', and I do (sometimes), but I seem to inexplicably be consumed by George R.R. Martin's 'A Clash of Kings'. I can't put it down. I keep thinking about it. I've dreamt about it (well, more truthfully, I've dreamt that I was a dragon in it). What is wrong with this picture? It's a brilliant book, but it's not pleasant reading.
In fact, I am at an impasse with all of the books I have in my bedside table
