Originally, I checked out John Steinbeck's East of Eden from the Médiathèque because it's a 720+ page monster. This was early February when I assumed I'd get most of it finished on the plane back to the States.
How wrong I was. Instead, I watched three movies both ways, played a little Sudoku, ate happily and slept quite a bit. Then I figured, well I'll have nothing really to do at home, but my entire break was action-packed (haha, not exactly that exciting, but I found enough things to keep myself busy)!
Well, either way, I finished it and went back to the médiathèque to check out some more books this afternoon. I get most of my reading done on the bikes at the gym, so you can understand why I'm drawn to the small English section of our library.
However, I keep having constantly recurring thoughts spring into my head: "Wouldn't it be such a shame to have spent all this time in France, and not have read any of the really good-recommended-classic French novels?" So I always wander around the extensive, confusing and overwhelming adult section jam-packed with thousands of French (and translated into French) titles.
Well, later in the day, I kept this thought going and purchased a French magazine in the Presse store downtown. Along with a Snickers bar. So I figured it's a good day of indulgence, candy and Parisian fashion mags.
And do you know what books I ended up checking out?
Two English books, ha! All those good thoughts gone to waste. One Ray Bradbury because I really like him and one short book which I think is some trashy British page turner. I'm excited to begin!
How wrong I was. Instead, I watched three movies both ways, played a little Sudoku, ate happily and slept quite a bit. Then I figured, well I'll have nothing really to do at home, but my entire break was action-packed (haha, not exactly that exciting, but I found enough things to keep myself busy)!
Well, either way, I finished it and went back to the médiathèque to check out some more books this afternoon. I get most of my reading done on the bikes at the gym, so you can understand why I'm drawn to the small English section of our library.
However, I keep having constantly recurring thoughts spring into my head: "Wouldn't it be such a shame to have spent all this time in France, and not have read any of the really good-recommended-classic French novels?" So I always wander around the extensive, confusing and overwhelming adult section jam-packed with thousands of French (and translated into French) titles.
Well, later in the day, I kept this thought going and purchased a French magazine in the Presse store downtown. Along with a Snickers bar. So I figured it's a good day of indulgence, candy and Parisian fashion mags.
And do you know what books I ended up checking out?
Two English books, ha! All those good thoughts gone to waste. One Ray Bradbury because I really like him and one short book which I think is some trashy British page turner. I'm excited to begin!
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