I’ve been trying to lessen my current mountain of unread books during the holidays; after all, once I get back into the swing of uni, it is difficult to find the time to curl up with a good book and simply read, you know? (“The horror!”, indeed.) Instead of reading what I want to read, I find myself scrolling through e-reserves and flipping through text-books. I must also read the prescribed texts for my English classes, but those can be hit-and-miss; will they be good books, or won’t they? (This semester, I’m taking a Children’s Literature and Fantasy course, so the books should be rather pleasant! Hooray!)
My point is, dear reader, that with all the books I’ve been reading… I actually can’t remember what the last book was. They’ve all blurred together so much that it’s like I read all of them at the same time (…wish I could do that. That’d be sweeeeet!).
But I think the last book I read was Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson.
And you know what?
…I think the Muppets did it better. Sorry, Robbo, but they did. Case in point:
- Love The Bad Guy