When I bought my guitar I told myself that one day I WILL learn how to play it.

That day hasn't come yet.

I've had the guitar for nearly 4 years now.

One day though I WILL learn how to play it. Maybe if I have time tomorrow. For the time being though it just sits in my room staring at me. I've taken it out of the case to entice myself into picking it up. So far it's been there for maybe, about a week... Or more.

I've finished reading Knut Hamsun's Hunger, and I have to say that I don't think I've ever read anything else like it. It was compared to Dostoyevsky's world. His atmosphere. I still haven't finished Crime and Punishment though.

Now I'm reading 3 different books by French authors. Journal d'Hirondelle by Amélie Nothomb, Nord Perdu by Nancy Huston and a series of short stories by Anna Gavalda entitled Je Voudrais Que Quelqu'un m'Attende Quelque Part: Nouvelles. So far so good.

I'm also technically in the middle of reading The Devils of Loudun by Aldous Huxley and Delivrez-nous du Mal by Romain Sardou. Both of which I've left in the middle. I'll return to the Sardou after I'm done with the first three I listed, not sure yet if I'll turn back to the Huxley.

I had another book started as well but I can't remember what it was called or who it was by. I'm not going to go back to it.