So much has happened since last post haven't trusted myself really to be here. Not that it matters a helluva a lot since according to my SiteMeter, hardly anyone reads this these days ;).
Oppressively humid tonight, feel like the walls are caving in. Finally the Brisbane I remember. Wish it would just stop holding out on me and storm! The last few days have been a bit surreal, definitely been on autopilot at times to get through. Can't believe it's my last full day here tomorrow. Walking around the place on foot the other day, it dawned on me it has been a while since I've had some real proper happy times here. Even looking back to when I was at school and uni, I wasn't really happy. It is Brisbane when I've been through my darkest hours, which isn't fair. It isn't such a bad place, really, just circumstantial. In some ways I can hardly wait to leave, but then feel sad and guilty, because I know I will miss my family.
An hour ago I finished reading Cornwell's latest, Scarpetta. I was a little reluctant to start this one, since the last book was such a disappointment. It had a potential, but felt like it had been rushed. This one is back to Cornwell's polished best. For me, the science and tech her stories contain have lost their novelty, but it is the relationship I have fallen into with her characters that now draws me. I almost feel like I've grown up with them. It left me feeling sad, that the story had to end there, and wanting to review her previous books to refresh myself with the references she had made. Just like old times when I was addicted to her writing. Now what to read on the plane?! I also finished reading Lady Chatterly's Lover last week, which was nothing too astonishing, more like a Mills & Boon of old, with a bit more reflection on the way people (in particularly men) think. I guess have to remind myself of the book's sensational history, being the first to use so many 4-letter words so candidly. I like the criticism of men's devotion to the Bitch-Goddess Success. In some ways, not a lot has changed.
If I didn't mention before I also recently read Raising the Dead by Philip Finch, a fantastic recount of David Shaw's infamous fatal cave dive in Bushman's. My first biographic-type non fiction, and it was good introduction, I should look up more of Finch's.
I guess I'm reading again, after so long, to escape reality. Not such a bad thing if it gets me through. I saw Winton's got a new book out, so I might hit the library when I'm in Adelaide and look it up.
Such a long post, I think Cornwell inspires me to write, a pity she can't inspire me to write my thesis!
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