I’m sitting in my study, which I never use because its either to hot or to cold, and the desk is to small and can just hold a lap top and a printer. I’m looking around at my book collection and wondering what they say about me.
Text book of pediatric Rheumatology by Cassidy and Petty, kind of stands out from the other texts books, it doesn’t quite belong with visual perception and an introduction to social psychology. I remember trying to read that big text when I was in grade four. I was so determined to read the whole thing. I wanted to understand what was wrong with me, that way maybe I could fix it. I always was a weird one. I read about one chapter.
I have four text books with anatomy in the title, and there is another in the lounge room. My biggest is just titled BIOLOGY, it is the worst text book I have ever brought.
I can never bring myself to throw away these books, or to sell them. I mean who knows when Kandel, Schwartz and Jessell’s Principles of Neural Science will come in handy when I get some QLD Ed job next year dealing with kiddies with problems saying /s/.
Our fiction collection has a lot of Steven King, I went through a Steven King phase which stopped suddenly about 1/3rd of the way through CELL. I stole Nineteen Eighty-Four from my mother, I’ve made two attempts at reading it, I just like to have it around because I was born in 1984.
There is evidence that I went through a Japanese phase (just before going to Japan) with Memoirs of a Geisha and Princess Masako.
There is the book that I read in Japan, Rhys bought it for me in Sydney, it’s called Know it All, it’s about a man who reads the encyclopedia (all of it), I was believing everything he said until he reached S and talked about how Stuttering starts in the parents ears and not in the childs speech. Man that made me so mad, and damn did Rhys hear about it.
There is my Harry Potter collection, a favourite in this house.
So that’s my study. And my printing is done.
Text book of pediatric Rheumatology by Cassidy and Petty, kind of stands out from the other texts books, it doesn’t quite belong with visual perception and an introduction to social psychology. I remember trying to read that big text when I was in grade four. I was so determined to read the whole thing. I wanted to understand what was wrong with me, that way maybe I could fix it. I always was a weird one. I read about one chapter.
I have four text books with anatomy in the title, and there is another in the lounge room. My biggest is just titled BIOLOGY, it is the worst text book I have ever brought.
I can never bring myself to throw away these books, or to sell them. I mean who knows when Kandel, Schwartz and Jessell’s Principles of Neural Science will come in handy when I get some QLD Ed job next year dealing with kiddies with problems saying /s/.
Our fiction collection has a lot of Steven King, I went through a Steven King phase which stopped suddenly about 1/3rd of the way through CELL. I stole Nineteen Eighty-Four from my mother, I’ve made two attempts at reading it, I just like to have it around because I was born in 1984.
There is evidence that I went through a Japanese phase (just before going to Japan) with Memoirs of a Geisha and Princess Masako.
There is the book that I read in Japan, Rhys bought it for me in Sydney, it’s called Know it All, it’s about a man who reads the encyclopedia (all of it), I was believing everything he said until he reached S and talked about how Stuttering starts in the parents ears and not in the childs speech. Man that made me so mad, and damn did Rhys hear about it.
There is my Harry Potter collection, a favourite in this house.
So that’s my study. And my printing is done.
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