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Sunday, January 1st, 2006 08:50 am
Going Postal by Terry Pratchett was fun and witty, read in flying to Brisbane which quite tired so not in the best state to appreciate it properly. Left my copy with Pop but will eventually reacquire and read again.

Prey by Michael Crichton was very readable. It featured a programmer interested in intelligent systems having to battle a nano-swarm that is using his predator-prey algorithms to evolve. I'm having trouble with large chunks of the 'science' but was happily immersed the rest of the time.

Over Sea, under Stone by Susan Cooper is children / young adult fantasy and reminds me of Narnia. I wasn't in the mood to read the rest of her stuff but hope to be some time soon. Three siblings on a quest.

Dark Trash series by Christine Feehan. Hehe. Some re-reading for amusement. Oh those 'Old World' accents and cheekbones.

The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis. Re-reading of course; the love is undiminished. My favourite is still The Horse and his Boy and The Last Battle always make me cry.

After the Ecstacy, the Laundry by Jack Kornfield. About the difficulty of leading a genuinely spiritual life while enmeshed in living a normal life. It's a lot easier to be an exemplary person while living in a monastery and having things done for you, than it is to mediate, work, raise kids and pay tax. I really appreciate him talking about how you can have all sorts of amazing realisations and still get trapped by every day habits and triggers. The problem of spiritual teachers; who are also living normal lives; disappointing people (and themselves) with their faults can be overwhelming.
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Tuesday, July 13th, 2004 08:21 am
"Those are the golden sessions . . . when our slippers are on, our feet spread out towards the blaze and our drinks at our elbows; when the whole world, and something beyond the world, opens itself to our minds as we talk; and no one has any claim on or any responsibility for another, but all are freemen and equals as if we had first met an hour ago, while at the same time an Affection mellowed by the years enfolds us. Life - natural life- has no better gift to give. Who could have deserved it?"

C. S. Lewis, "Friendship," The Four Loves