Whenever I pick up a German book, I want to read it in English instead. I hate reading German lately (except for Martin Suter). German sentences are twice as long as necessary.
Other foreign books are different. It was a pain in the arse reading The Alchemist a few weeks ago. First, it sounded like such an incredible story, but I almost fell asleep in the library, reading it. I’ve lost patience with the overly formal, poetic language.
Ian McEwan is an exception and writers from the early 19th hundred. Unfortunately, reading is no fun after work because you’re so wired, and all you want to do is sleep it off. Sometimes it helps you wind down.
There’s so much on my plate.
The truth is I didn’t like The Alchemist that much. I’d rather have Coelho tell me something I didn’t already know. And honestly, I didn’t buy his point of view. It’s similar to those books about the search for luck. It’s always about luck. I picked up a book by Dalai Lama – “We aspire for luck…,” I don’t buy that anymore.
The power of positive thinking – come on, people! The good side of you isn’t all you are. If you want your good side to emerge, you’ll first need to wake the worst in you (try love or hate or both at the same time). Test your limits, get to know yourself. Your life is about learning about yourself. Sometimes you need people to nudge you.
That’s what I think about life. It’s not about being good because nothing is good. Anything that can change is not good.
You’re making me sick with all this crap.