Books.

[mothwing]

7.

The Power and the Glory, Graham Greene.
Whoa! It's very depressing, though, because of all that heat and the lack of communication. I have to admit that in spite of the vivid scenes I can barely remember the beginning because I read it on the train only. I really like it so far. I haven't read many of Greene's books, and I keep wondering why. At the moment it's not the best idea, though, because his characters are so depressing in their hopelessness.

6.

The Wintersmith. Lovely, lovely book by Terry Pratchett.
I love Tiff and the Nac Mac Feegle. Siiiigh. They are awesome, and they always make me homesick for Scotland. I even like Roland, and I like the fact that Tiff is not really Esk, whom she reminded me of in Wee Free Men.
Some of the jokes he's trying to make are terribly forced, though.