Woe is me. So just
when I think all is well, I woke this morning to discover that my Kindle (a
handy digital device that allows one to easily carry and read a multitude of
digital copies of written work) decided to fizzle out on me. Up until now, I have been enjoying the ease
of toting around 200 books on the
notebook sized devise, and even got a little cocky, and neglected to
bring any actual books along with me to Kololo. It’s a shame, I was just getting into Bill
Bryson’s
Home. A good, and
appropriate read. It is a well written and thorough history of humans
development, use, and personalization of homes. Fortunately, Daniel brought two actual books, one of which is Huxley's Brave New World. I am surely happy for now. But once we run out of the decent reads we can find in Hawassa and I am reading Newsweeks from 1998 (old news magazines are all over the city streets,) the bitterness will surely set in.
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