Every time I walk into the library or a bookstore, I wish I could be imprisoned in one for at least ten years. Or twenty. A hundred, even. Just a thought.
Finished the book by Deaver a while ago. It was well worth the read. I bought two other books, Getting to Maybe and Law School Confidential on the same note the other day. Those will be read soon, as well.
I went to Barnes and Noble (yes, not online but in person) and bought a book called How to Learn Anything Quickly. It looks quite promising, and is the first book I’ve seen about learning techniques that actually accounts for a person’s individual propensities in the neurological point of view–that is, whether a person favors auditory input over visual input, etc.
But for now, I’m in the middle of The Portrait of a Lady by Henry James. It’s very good. I like his writing style in particular–it’s more intricate than Dickens in David Copperfield, yet natural and very fluid. This guy knows how to write. It’s a shame that I didn’t discover Henry James much earlier.