As I don’t have internet at home at the moment (I’m silly and used up all my data, not my fault though..) it’s the perfect time to catch up on books.
I’ve just finished “On the road” by Jack Kerouac. I don’t quite get how that book was life changing and inspiring at the time of publishing (but I can never imagine how things that look normal for us now, were once a novelty). What I know though is that it filled me with the desire to just go and travel… Anyone wants to be my friend (preferably someone with a driving licence), and just have a road trip with me?
Obviously the traveling it was easier during the 40s and 50s than it’s now. I wouldn’t feel secure without a considerable amount of money with me, the hostel prizes aren’t measured in cents anymore, sadly. Same with food.. Oh well. I want to go somewhere, just go, just leave, without looking back. I’ve grown afraid of being stuck in one place – having too many responsibilities, chains that keep you from leaving. I thought that it was an Aberystwyth thing, because it is a small town at the end of the line, and you can’t easily go anywhere from there. I thought everything would change when I’ve moved to Bristol because it’s in the middle of everything – you can easily take the train to anywhere. But it doesn’t seem like I’m going anywhere anytime soon. So really, any place can be the end of the line, and YOU are the one who needs to build up the courage, and just GO.
But then, I feel the restricting hand of finance, although it shouldn’t be defining my possibilities that much. If you want something, you can work something out, usually. So really, there’s nothing stopping me from traveling, nothing but myself. We keep making up excuses, and we hold on to them like they’re a religion of some kind. Takes time though to let go.
Another book I read was a CSI book I bought from a charity shop before a train journey. Just wanted to mention it because it’s horrid. Like.. Really horrible. The storyline is alright, similar to the TV-shows – quite predictable, but easy to follow, and therefore enjoyable. But the writing is so horrible. I’ve marked so many pages in that book because they have lines that are remarkably silly. It kept me entertained, I kept laughing at the silliness. I don’t have the book with me otherwise I’d share some of the brilliance!
I think the author tried to create the atmosphere of the show but tried a bit too hard.
It was a quick and easy read. And in the end I kind of enjoyed the book as a whole but the writing. So bad it becomes brilliant!