It was certainly one of the most charming moments I had ever had the honour to attend: my French course classmate suddenly started handing out books to us. Well, a book. Heike told us Klaus had donated some of his books at a book exchange fair and received a bunch of new ones in return, that is, a few copies of the same book. A good book.
You know it, I don’t: “About A Boy” by Nick Hornby.
Yeah, well, I had been keeping Hornby on the back burner for some time, together with Kureishi, and then Klaus sort of made me read him. Only it is not his fault: officially, I have been re-reading Zafon and studying for my first exam. I really am.
But last night, I had a good look at Hornby. Since I am not the youngest chick in the coop any more, I had to look and look and then some more.
And then get up at 6.30, which is, like, a venom for my system, which is why I am dying of sleepiness today. And no: coffee doesn’t help.
So, when all is said and done, it is either Hornby or a posh lifestyle (organic veggies at 6.45, the same old story) I might be forced to choose next time.
And no, I couldn’t make my husband get up and get the veggies: he got to sleep MUCH later than me. Maybe he wished, just a bit, I hadn’t given him a Kindle as a present back in January?
Oh and: YES, I will try to get to the Hairkiller’s tomorrow.