Interlude

There's been precious little reading in the past couple of weeks, because I am in the process of moving

myself, my two cats, and all our earthly possessions from Kuala Lumpur to Phnom Penh.  Although things have gone more or less to plan so far, my inner neurotic constantly reminds me that they could go amok at any moment.

I'm making my way through Karen Armstrong's The Case for God on the Kindle, a paragraph here or two there. Although superb, it's not the best choice of a book for these distracted and anxious days. Some escapist fiction might be more suitable.

An almost laughably bad decision was to begin Thomas Wolfe's Look Homeward, Angel on the audio player.  Yes, it's a classic, and yes, it's a fine bit of fiction, but it's also dark and pessimistic and best known for its iconic statement, "You can't go home again."  This is hardly the message I want to dwell on as I prepare to leave a home that I've dearly loved.

I think it's time to be sensible and to put both these books on hold until I'm in my new place with the bags unpacked. Until then, I'll switch to medicinal fiction.  Back in a bit!