"We live in a changing universe, and few things are changing faster than our conception of it."    - Timothy Ferris, "The Whole Shebang"


For the start of the new month (July), I decided to start reading newer books that don't usually interest me. I want to know how other people are interested. I started to read many mystery and romance novels.

After reading some mystery novels I came to a realization. Most of them are confusing, not well written or just plain boring. But I do have to give it up to some authors. They really know how to write a book. Suspense and drama everywhere. I think I'm starting to like mystery novels. Especially ones dealing with government conspiracy theories, or religious/secret societies. I mean, I'm not one for religion or anything like that, but thank you Dan Brown for making it interesting.

When reading the romance novels I find them to be sad. Not as in, getting me upset, but I pity all the men and women (mainly women) who read these types of books. Most of the women that do are alone and find comfort in a 'fictional' person's happiness and drama. I never understood why. I currently, am alone. I have no significant other of any kind, and I too feel that lonely feeling at times. But when I read these novels, these 'works of magnificent brilliance'? This is my reaction: W T F. This is pure stupidity.

That’s all I have to say about that subject. I've been obsessed with monkeys recently. Why? I've been reading up on 'the origin of species' by Charles Darwin, and I’m just amazed. I'll talk more about it later. Maybe.

-Meiko