Catch me I'm falling/ Please hear me calling/ Catch me before it's too late

So, I'm actually enjoying my current read! It's so odd; I started to think that maybe I was in a rut that I'd never get out of, but no. Now, it may mostly be the contrast to it and some other recent reads, but I'll take it. This book has a plot! It makes sense! You must understand that I've been reading Sebald and this other book that has been described as incomprehensible.

Now, I didn't actually find it to be totally incomprehensible or anything. In fact, in a way I enjoyed my second Sebald and I enjoyed City Sister Silver, too. But it's sort of like eating a grilled portobello mushroom. It's kind of good, but more interesting than enjoyable, and after awhile very hard for me to eat. Or read. Not a great metaphor.

I also, of course, have a soft spot for Czech literature. If I were independently wealthy with a ton of time on my hand, yes, first I'd max out circus/aerial classes, but after that I'd want to take a Czech literature course. Well, I'd also want to do some dance, music, painting, and language lessons, but at some point, Czech literature. I love Prague. Here is a picture from my work trip to Prague last summer:

And for fun, a picture of ducks at Bletchley Park from my get out of the U.S. trip this year.

Okay, this post got weird.