Fire Risk

I signed up for my graduate courses! I am taking Virginia Woolf Essays and Short Fiction, Literature and the Environment, Theories of Modernist Canadian Fiction and Authors and their Institutions. They sound wonderful, and I read over the information about the program again, and I am so excited.

Now reading The Seven Sisters by my beloved Margaret Drabble, which takes place in Bronwyn's neighbourhood (and Candida even goes to Bronwyn's gym!). It's wonderful. I found it in Brighton for £3.50 unmarked. My amazon bumper crop arrived this morning- four new wonderful books. And yesterday, I went to a charity shop to retrieve two books that had I had donated in a moment of weakness and bought them back. One even had my name in it. That was a bit strange. I am concerned about taking stock of my book collection once I get home. I have sent tons home over the past year, and there are hundred stored there already. We will have to cut down, and give away at least a third. I will give away all the books I own but don't like but have on my shelf so I look clever. But then again, shouldn't I own a copy of Ulysses just in case I one day want to read it?

The "I've been reading too much Heat magazine" problem continues. You can imagine what I initially thought when I read, Jordan bans Saddam novel.