After having submitted the dual giant boulders resting on my shoulders that were my dissertation draft and locust work, I find myself for the first time in two to three weeks with enough free time to actually relax.
Today I nipped into Lancaster to visit Waterstones as I've not had chance to read a decent novel in almost two years. Sure, there has been the odd book (Guant's Ghosts and two culture novels) but ever since finishing Peter F. Hamilton's "Commonwealth Saga" I've not really had a series of books I can actually get my teeth into and lose myself in.
Hence this trip to the book shop.
Dave has been raving about a series of books called "The Malazan Book of the Fallen" for a while now and how good a series it is. Taking heed of his rabid zeal for the collection, I purchased (alongside The State of the Art, a collection of Culture short stories) the first in the series; Gardens of the Moon.
I started reading when I got back at about 5-ish and have only just glanced up from the book in order to check the time... 5 hours later.
I think I'm going to like this.
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