And then, as I got off the bus this morning on the way to work, this hawk flew up and landed on a building in front of me!
So that was exciting.
I am reading The Luminaries. I feel I have to tell someone, because it’s an enormous, 800 page undertaking. I’m reading it on the kindle, which both is and is not the way to go — less to carry around, but harder to see where you are, go back and look, etc. I think I may check out the physical copy, too, just as a reference.
Apparently it’s got something to do with the zodiac, which I’m kind of ignoring for the moment because I don’t know what it means.
It’s good, though — at least, 15% in I’m enjoying it. Which is saying something, because of all periods in history which do not interest me, life in gold-mining towns in the 1800s pretty much tops the list. There was another novel about gold-mining, possibly in Australia and not New Zealand, which I found pretty dreary.
You know what it’s like, right? Garish silken dresses on the women, who are all prostitutes, with lots of black lace. Cold. Mud. Saloons with people being thrown out into the street. Shacks made of weatherbeaten wood. People losing all their money constantly. Desperation. But so far there’s more to it than that — there’s a mystery and some kind of collusion of interesting people.
I’ll be sure to keep you posted.