Unbelievable, Unforgivable, and Utterly Enraged

This is going to be short and very not sweet: what sort of preface writer spoils the twist in a novel without warning? Seriously.

I was planning on reading The Third Policeman by Flann O'Brien to kick off my new years resolution to clean off my bookshelves of unread volumes, and I was a few pages into the introduction when I was caught completely off guard by a 6th Sense/Usual Suspects level spoiler. Unforgivable! The novel is now completely ruined for me before I even began reading it!

The preface of a book is intended to enhance the book - provide a little background, a little context, perhaps lace in a few teasers. But spoilers?

Back it goes on the shelf. Hopefully I can manage to forget the spoiler's contents, and will be able to enjoy this book at a later date.

Break Time is Over!

It's been a while since I have bothered to write anything, but seeing as I know no one is reading it doesn't bother me. I've got the time these days though - taking a break from playing World of Warcraft always frees up a shocking amount of time.

As with every new year, I find myself piling up stacks of long unread books by my bed (it's a bit shameful to open a book and find the purchase slip dating back 5 years 30 or 40 pages in...) hoping that I'll manage to get through a few before the vigor of the new year fades. I've got a couple Jose Saramago on top, as well as some Umberto Eco, and The Egyptologist - a book I've been trying to read for over a year with little luck.

I've also been binging myself on new music - mostly Guster and Ben Harper. Nothing like a good winter storm to inspire me to branch out a bit. I think I could sit for days staring out the window watching the rain and listening to Damien Rice.

Here's to another year of getting by - onward, onward...