Bláskógar

Since this is my unofficial year off from the Academy, I’m really enjoying my freedom in reading whatever the hell I want.

Having finished the second Sell Swords book (R.A. Salvatore), I went to the bookstore to see if the third book was out in paperback yet (I’m behind anyway, so I figured it very well might be). I didn’t find it, but was then distracted by a St. Patty’s Day display of Irish authors and what not.
I picked up a copy of Wilde’s Dorian Gray and haven’t put it down since. I’m simply ::sigh:: in love.

Over the last six years or so, I haven’t had any courses that would have meant my reading the Victorian novel, or, indeed, anything written later than 1300 (that’s not entirely true, I’ve read a lot of 19th/20th cent. academic material, probably several thousand pages worth). In any event, I’m rather pining for the stuff now and would like to devote the rest of my time away to the literature of which I’ve been so deprived!

After Wilde, I’m diving head first into Jane Austen.