The Iberian Peninsula

I have rediscovered the joy of reading a book.

Prior to uni beginning last year I decided I'd expand my mind and read, not just fantasy which I always loved, but other shit, because, I reasoned, most people don't really like fantasy, so there must be something good in more real stuff. I read a book called 'Half of a Yellow Sun', which still now has left an effect on me, but it was too serious and dire to really enjoy. Then I tried another contemporary, 'The Slap', which was just horsecrap. Commonwealth book of the year, and it's like reading a cheap soap opera. I gave up on reading after that.

But I had another go a few weeks ago. I looked at my bookshelf, filled with fantasy books I never ended up reading. Most of these I got when my interest in Lord of the Rings and Diablo (yes Diablo) was heightened. I got recommendations for those from a bunch of people older than me and more vested in fantasy than I, about what I'd like, tending towards epic high fantasy and sword and sorcery style. This was about early/mid high school. Anyway, I settled on 'Magician' by Raymond E Feist. And I was pleasantly surprised. I was kinda swept up in the story of it all, it was terrifically creative and imaginative, also considering this was written in the 70s/80s (I don't really remember).

I'm tired so I'm just gonna finish with there is nothing wrong with fantasy. It's fucken awesome, ok?

Anyway thats all, not an exciting post but you're not paying for this so you can't complain.

bye.
-mo