Fact and Fiction

There is so much happening out in the world. And here I am starting out, taking baby steps and faltering so very often on that lofty path to knowledge.

Astronomers detect '10th planet'

and I have yet to read Stephen Hawking's Brief History of Time and follow it up with Universe in a Nutshell.

On a positive note, I finished Gabriel Garcia Marquez's A Hundred Years of Solitude. And loved it enough to read his Of Love and Other Demons. This novella is the most beautiful and poignant of all works I have read. Garcia has a charming way of writing, like taking a boat journey on a serene river with banks on both sides not lost to view, but far enough for one to wonder what would be behind that thick foliage lining them, a multitude of natural sounds serving as background for the journey of a lifetime. The waters churning lovingly below your boat, fish popping out of the water surface to greet your amused face. The wind sometime spraying your face with water borrowed from the river. A journey in time, of old times. Just trying to mention the world Garcia describes makes me write such words, imagine what a treat it must be to read him!

I could not get round to finishing Love in theTime of Cholera for the first three times. And now I can't have enough of it. I would still prefer re-reads of Of Love and Other Demons though.

I also shamefully confess that I never got round to reading the Story of Philosophy. My only hope of making any headway in teh heady world of philosophy would be to read Sophie's World. From the way my brother has been ignoring everything else to finish off htis book, it must be something (not to mention the reviews it had culled). Soon then.

If my reading habits are anything to go by, I am a fiction kind of person. Non-fiction reading, for me takes a lot of time and effort, not to mention teh guilt trips I go on becuase I have forgotten what I had read as soon as I have turned a page!