While I’m still on the subject of books, I thought I’ll subject the good ‘ol machinery to Ayn Rand’s works. Got meself a book by her yesterday. ‘Her’ is in italics only because I thought of Rand as a ‘He’ until recently, much to my mortification, correction came from unexpected quarters.
I also picked up ‘Illiad’ and ‘Don Quixote’ since every self-respecting literature student should’ve read these books, says moi. Sweta, who accompanied me on this lil jaunt gave me very long-suffering looks and pretended I was jaundiced all the while I spent browsing the classics shelf. I had to try hard to convince myself to come for Dostoevsky later. Want knows no boundaries when you’re in a bookshop. We ended up having good laughs over the self-help section – ‘How to Seduce Your Man’, ‘Know your Woman’, ‘You can do ANYTHING!’ and the likes and promptly headed over to have coffee as nothing inspires ‘great insights’ like a cup of coffee with cheeky friends for company.
I’ve still got my Human Rights course work to attack, the research work stumps me. I keep running into walls and keep thinking what I’m doing is not enough and is not doing justice to the topics. Time’s running out, just have to tackle the thesis I guess, even if it does look like shoddy work to me. *sigh
Must petition The All-Inspiring to strike me with that big bolt of inspiration, Insha Allah, I need it.
