the thing about books

today was my first day of language school at university (real classes don't start til april). in a way, it was like the first day of high school all over again: i was up at 6 am, in the tram by 6:45; i made awkward conversation with a bunch of other friendless kiddos. but in most ways, it was not like high school. we'll see how the rest of the course is; tomorrow is the real start of classes since today we did little else but drink delicious milchcafe in the mensa (cafeteria) and take a wicked placement test.

but that was not the point of this post. my metro ride is an hour each way, so it is very necessary to have a little bit of entertainment prepared for the ride. and so, the best most wonderful smile-inducing part of the day was my discovery of saint george's english bookstore. it is only a 10 minute walk from my apartment and its shelves, which stretch to the tippy top of the store's high ceilings, are chock full of english titles. UGH, I KNOW I SHOULD BE READING IN GERMAN. but here's the thing: reading in german is so tiring. i like to tear into books ferociously and that means i want to read them in english. i bought the poisonwood bible which i have been dying to read for years, practically. now must go; have to wake up at 7:15 people. this is almost unacceptable; except, i think it might be fun. let's see, shall we.

night