I’m in the middle of three books right now:
- The Oxford Illustrated History of Britain. Excellent, not dry at all, with details that add, not distract
- Frontiers of Complexity: The Search for Order in a Chaotic World. I imagine I will never finish this book, mostly because of it’s sheer complexity. Everytime I read a portion I get something new from it. Let’s just say there’s a lot of theoretical mathematics involved.
- The Name of the Rose, by Umberto Eco. Wow… I just started this last night and read it until I passed out, nose to page. The syntax is different, and it is obviously a translation, but still so rich and personal. I am involved already.
I hate the Reader’s Digest versions, but somehow I think this is pretty slick. Enjoy, as I did.