I had promised myself that when I finished “Purple Hibiscus” by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (a beautiful book, by the way, beautiful and horrifying), I wouldn’t borrow any more books from the library. I leave in less than three weeks and it would be so annoying if I had to go when I’m in the middle of a book that I can’t take with me. I should start reading one of the open source e-book classics that I got instead. That I will be able to continue reading on the other side of the Atlantic too.
But no. I just can’t help myself. “The folded world” by Catherynne M. Valente had just been returned when I arrived at the library to return my last library books, and I just couldn’t. I just had to. I mean, it’s Catherynne M. Valente! I am a library addict and there doesn’t seem to be a cure.
Anyway, finishing a book in two weeks shouldn’t be a problem. It’s not as if I have anything else to read. I have my driver’s license now. The only things I have to do now are to go to work, to pack, and to wait. I feel oddly liberated.
Katja Malmborg 